A Visitor

At now in the world, We have got the cold, Gift given with our God. In how apears our body, You can't peak word, You cover without being told. You could like to hold, But your own fingers betrayed, Wenting by being forced. Alot of people are suffering, Live at home while couphing, Staying at home while wondering. Time of insects to round, Animals you can't find, But people will just soround. Hot of things are sold, Even humanbody they old, Hating God within the road. Going in bathroom without mood, Geting shower while speaking loud, Moving inside while not proud. You eat alot of food, Jackets and brankets are fold, In fire people are boild. Season use alot of bujet, Money should be in pocket, No time for playing clicket. Season of people to sleep, It has a shortcall treap, Because of holding a cup.