When you are wealthy:
Many shall be your friends and
Few shall be your fans and;
All will be your death.

why do you take years in craving
what can’t last?,
perhaps a little bit trust may be
that angry gravy eyes you stare wi
burst in horror!,

There is just only
One thing
Separating
Me and my
Bad habits

Life is a maze
and death Is the way out.

Many could milk a cow or
Learn how to milk a cow and
Still obliterate to cluster the st
One take in milking a cow,
Multiple could shoot a rifle in ev

I stumble, I stand, I sit and I
Every-time i think about your soft
And the smirks on your face
Whenever you are bored, scared or
Sometimes i glaze through the glas

To whom; who death might delight,
Put on your socks and your glass
And glimpse through a river
That breath gust of elite; gust of
Which you will miss gracefully

As may that it is, even though you
Philanderer,
Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c
With the hoard
Shouting in loud bars, even though

The sound-cloud with a silence act
White soft smoke with a bright
Foamy art,
The sound-cloud travels with light
And circles in an area,

As i have reached the town,
The town which i thought never exi
The town; where two blocks are dro
The town; where more stoned-houses
And astonish sights of lands, lake