Christian Belt

Seeing their hustle is dorsal and prismatic, Smoking and drinking acclimated with optimistic, Trading on drugs for survival...Baron my title, Yield to my subjects, Robbed billonaires of their earthly mantle, High at sects, Placing daily bread on candle, Caring for windows,orphans and homeless, Lives don't need to be in grant of being wretched and contrite, Draw close to that fight, Prospective responsibility to nurture and raise them from the scratch, Satisfied with words alone not gonna render delight, Sharing bread with the starving kalibres is our badge, Rough and uncomfortable will their pillow be to the rich, In their weep.....it's a deal, In their shoes,....will see what is behind the snitch, Seasons in the sun,...our time and their meal, Suicide may be a remedy at the long run, Answer you are buh don't know, Alienating heroes and heroines of tomorrow's new world in ages, Their future filmed in a burning snow, Aristocrats to be! Not watched clearly though, Author their today as history and inspire we, Not the end of their life,no matter how much they sow, Appearance not accountable,wish to deprive win, Hard work to even cover their dreams,....but will yours be uncovered? Little is a saving substance,...why stay as dead, Alive in them as Love,and in God with faith paired.