Man do cry, not for agony,
Bleeding wounds do not hurt,
Warped years fortify the man,
Lost lives remind him eternity.
Futile, cheap pleasures to him,
Never does he feed carnal soul,
Seeking dignity is route to him,
Capturing hearts,to him, evil goal.
Man do cry, not for agony,
Injustice tears him apart ruthlessly,
Cry for the help of deprived deeply,
Die without regret for the almighty.
The lost love makes him shatter,
Not seeing the beloved eats him alive,
All he can do sometimes is simmer,
Waiting for the last call to disappear
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