Homeless

HOMELESS Devilish homeless virus! To what do we owe this visit? You play with lungs like toys, Taking dreams to early graves; And in our tears you find your joy, Who the hell is your creator? Visa free from nation to nation; Traveling like a prostitute infection, Even home is not safe with family; Please take your leave so quickly. A cry for the Doctors in battle; At the war front without assurance; And for your venom possessed victims, Courage to the courage they carry... A cry out to my own humble Creator; Lion with eye-on from Zion and Judah... The same One my Muslims call Allah; Come down from heaven with power. Copyright: VKINGS V160320