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Hold the trod, limit the space
The offspring's of Tuareg Cowhead cut my heels
The breaks on the hind been slammed
I break to a halt, he breaks to a sprint
Wagere, if you skip by the race
Render it bare to Takuruku's mind
His piteous lead, leads me to a lid
Layed on my coffin though a living corpse
His wanton waste of debts secured
In a paupers hide, the wrath I incurred
The burning fire he spiked to burn
Has burnt the burning amber yet aglow
Now in my roofless un-sheltered soul
My burnt roof permits me limitless vision
To the million gold trinkets on heavens fragile neck
Watching as dawn noisily creeps by
To unveil the hood placed on the aglow ball
While crickets sings me a lullaby of mockery
As the mocking cries of the high heavens
Whose exaggerated piteous tears flood my bare hide
Soaking nothing except everything decent
Never allowing my guts be dried like in an ocean layed
Wagere, as you skip by the race
Render it bare to Takuruku's mind
His insistence I strip to my bare arse
To acquire me a she's loving leisurely lease
Has raped my dignity to face my adversaries
Will then, the debt of my bare arse asunder be layed?
Urge him to make haste my she restored
'Cos in my second childhood
No one has been left in this leaking backyard
Infested with green serpentine in green shrubs
No foolish lamb to draw a lid on my coffin
When my sealed heart couldn't feel my life throb
Will the sight of my flesh in Vultures gizzard
By your secured lock not a stir made?
These agonies you rendered for my cradle
The melancholic property of misfortune ceded to me
Plus to see me enter heavens with pains
Even though my soul has no pains
I very nearly died thrice of this shame.

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