Messan Klousse

Happy birthday, sir Loose all in praises, dear Believe you of me You are so strong Like the praise song Which makes brethren be So elated in spirit Moved with mighty hands Hovering above the digit Of the rhythmic commands Surely, those blessings parading Are destined fortunes for us In the readiness of compliance aiding To the dancing sand crooks fuss No external force fuse the mind Unless the internal cruise it blind No influence rent heart a forceful action Until ego resolves to exact the interaction Just like a dream Transit placed itself on sky Dead troubles scream To have itself in sigh Bringing about the sure worse How hard to mouth spirit's meal Then save the hangry belle For the sake of a fixed heart Rendering attack in broken sequence Hiring fear and courage from distance Closing itself far, mining fatigue Beyond negritude cosmos intrigue Waking consideration off the bar With joy reserved for all so far Who make comforter The one to come home to Than make periodic fast day The one to commune with And afterwards turn a desserter Leaving the cloudy sky blue Off to honour geotic way As the able pith Keep the light on In progress, live on...