A little while with your rusty seed,
At the rush of time it will then breed,
Will grow or not at it gradual speed,
Try to sow of good one,
At the rising of the sun.

Many forgot what kind of seed they’ve sown,
Cos it’s now painful as it grown,
They are many to be frown,
Oh,how long will the pains last?
Ha ha,I wish I could “fly fast”.

Show some love to someone,
Not too long, you will reap the fruit as the time runs,
Negligence of today leads to sorrow that seem not to have begun,
Then shines it ray,
It Sun bitten thee at it grey.

Impact so ebbing peachy,
Not only good is done by preaching,
When the die is cast,then you will be rich,
Not caring just for once,
Will end at your endless cross.


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Author: Judaisky

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