That Is It

Fears groan on ma path,d path every treaders call their destiny,in many ways anguish deface countable harmony,every fate become a ruling theory yet i say vanity happen to them all.in many ways,many joy we depart from,when i sang in halleluyah to down cast the peak of ma pains,to make a winner of losing days,to shade pains in beauty,to elevate d deteriorated heart,to dose every vexing spirit a sincere smile,to course d dead minds to life,to make peculiarity in every sustained joy,to walk with life in advantage of death,to say vanity upon vanily total is nothing....tears d reason while smile comes only in season.everyday to life,everyday tdo death,everyday of hypocrity,destiny they make mention of like no meaning...if life worth to live,death worth to die...a time we said,in goodness we all read,if not see or hear,poverty and foolishness d highest disaster,wisdom in wealth what really matters...i amended ma thought in every taught,yet they make mention of ma work being not,to their ears looking rust.in life they rent their wealth,God forbid wealth is ma personal property....watch ma steps,while i watch your back,defend me while i offend failure,no testimonies,they are only living by rumours...we shal meet at d peak,d part may be different to read,our names they shall teach,our world maybe to distance. ....KAYZEN.....