My wits keeps wondering, if the sun rises from the east.
Stalled I was wen it came prerequisite.
Now I ask you!!!
Is it a must you inject?
Is it a must u put on the cloth of the dead?
Is it a must you dine and whine in an eviscerating room?
Gifts, reflect you
Your pen keeps crying upon a Tue floor in potpourri
Dear, never be pessimism
Future lights above the sky
Sparking off an arising horizon
glittering like the glory of the true first son.
Always av your 4th among the fourths
Priceless gold in the middle of the sea..
lets see who gets it...