Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Poem of this afternoon

Call for worship

Rolling into a hole
Forgetting the most important goal
It is our given role
Do not ever leave the call

My pain

No one know peace until feeling the pain
When people tied up in a chain
No onion no grain
Only a rain

Gut and Blood

For all we've got
Nothing without gut and blood
No one blame for that
Neither the God

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