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Revenge

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One.. When everyone gets sorrow, everyone does not know to cry, Some of the heart breaks like a glass piece! But do not water the eyes! The only God who knows how to mourn, how deep is the sorrow! I'm in the body, So little bodice So insulted So much boring So disrespectful How do I end up with my self-esteem. I am "Boss wow"! But yes, yours All the illusions Heart breaks no more Eyes are heavy! Humiliation, ignorance And bothersome Being stored in the bag. Eyes repeatedly pointing out Say, how much more Neglect, how much more Left? .. Two.. InshaAllah I'll return one day All humiliated humiliation! You just keep on looking, As i am To you I looked. All on the face Say "no" Do not hold hands Do not sit beside Give me repeated holes Think of me stupid Every slap By each Me in diffusion Destroy! I will take all the money by throwing my face Inshaallah one day I will return the whole! No one in your mouth Do not talk Because the canals cut itself You brought crocodile! You may also have trouble thinking that "I can be so bad!" .. Three.. Inshallah If you're dead, In your corpse Do not kick! My expensive shoes Misers is absolutely Do not tolerate! Stay away from touching I'm your body Be far away I do not see! You have to be insulted in the coffin. I will pretend to be No more than you Do not i know In no time We are known I did not. I will hate it! The rest of the past You will remember; One group in the grave Will not throw it Do you know Where I am Do not drop. Get the opportunity Your impotent coffin Fire will burn! .. Four.. Inshallah You die One day after a decade The grape will grow in the grave, Your grave No one is cared about, Erase almost The high stone of the grave. Only on the silence signboard Your vague Name white Painted. You me Will come to see you come I am to you, I Will not see Maybe thinking Your grave I came to Ziarat...... You will breathe comfortably Maybe I think about me Your penalties in Doa (Pray) Negatives can be minor. I smile mystery laughing, Your grave soil Seeing breaks. I will stand by the grave Pretend to be jealous, Slowly open the zipper Walking around the grave, I will piss on the grave. And I'll give it to you Hanker. ..Five.. You will see But nothing is happening Power to say No you Your words in the world Nobody listens No longer Even yours The grave angels do not! Remember, me Ignore said Your peace in the grave Do not be there! Ha ha ha!

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