The blood of cruelty wails When the dream reveals it's phase Cries of abbreviated fun and grace With loud energized sound replaced
I never had a cause to laugh in vain Make the world feel my joy is slained Write the Epistles of faded laughters and stroll the streets of odd sailers
Hidden pleasures laughing with mixed feelings Sit on the couch of joy with hot sweating Broad laughter cajoled with hot swearings The days of happiness has gone hunting
The arrow of tears has found it's way Piercing the illumination of a sunny day Light out of pathetic experiences everyday And the faint sound of joy lost its way
Exhausted happiness makes a king a retard the sweats of a wet face react Cold words of elevation baits and recharge But the world never grease the boiled ass
