One Wrong Everyone Suffers

ONE WRONG EVERYONE SUFFERS. Rhythm of beats appease the fillings Collaboration of strings makes the Jingles, This could sound simple. It takes lots of tissues to archive We human issues. Many believe in the pistol as A principle. The mystical truth is hard to Proof. You that inflict trigger wounds, A camp of religious gurus can Never predict your doom, Its certain to also come as Wounds, in combination of all You shoot. This days I look, Why’s the clouds not deep blue, And the sun sky blue? Do you reason this too? Some day breeze would freeze. But, this the only sea were we Drink, We are familiar with the foot Prints on the bridge, How come we would eventually Sink? Only nine eggs left on the crate, This middle one looks bright and Brave, Why would you want to smash On the gate? There would never be a trace to Replace. This is what have been meditating, Pardon me, I still insinuate. As night fall till dawn, will this End suddenly despite her glamor To our kingdoms call. It’s a rough decision for the manager To shut His industry when no sign Of bankruptcy. The KING’s speech is my wish, I can’t doubt His will. Imagine fire our worst enemy I use him without limit. In deep reasoning man has no Meaning, My soul only can predict, If you test for tea certainly you Have a tin of milk, I rest my case on HIS feet’s. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.