Foul
Like
a
bitter
medicine
use
for
health
recovery.
What
a
bittertaste.
I
have
planted
no
gem
in
destiny,
no
fantasy.
Whatever!
Lust
and
glutony
came
to
my
birthday.
Favour
will
come
to
my
burial.
This
is
crucial
and
needs
urgent
solve.
The
man
who
died
of
hunger
was
buried
in
a
gold
coffin.
Imagine
that......
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