I met most of my friends in my fallen state,
When trouble whirled round my neck.
Though non of it seems to be what they were.
Sorrow surrounded Sundays and Saturdays
Were the acting precursor of the alleged suffering.
Followed the dogmas laid in place so high
None to cope with them. Time seems not to be wasted.
Ourselves we wasted by the injection of toxic
Ideas and mythical thoughts in our hears, misconception of life
Misinterpreted to verity in variety of things in the community.
Doing so, body we destroy hence becoming a old man of 25.
Thanks be to God for He brought me out of that place
When death was hovering over the wafting clouds,
Was just to land on me. Yes I fought a great fight
With the angel of death after the life of "don't care".
I'll say I left the world for some time, now back to change it
Through my message to the young generation.
Listen, life more important, family is that life
Friends are part of it and the good friends make it enjoyable.
Above all Christ is the giver of that life, he is the owner
Give him full control and safe you become. that's all...
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