The Book Errand

Receive my words written on bleeding paper, It is from my embittered and sad master. Things has fallen apart and no one knows that, Open your eyes wide to see what I have, Don't bit your lips in the course of reading That which was written for the freedom of the people. To those who reap where they did not sow, There is God above who watches you and your evil; Do good so that good will come your way. To your locked soul and tightened teeth, I pray grace. God rewards according to what you do to nature. My master says and I quote "man is nothing but dust" Soon, we all shall die and nothing shall go with us. To those that take what belongs to us in dark Your down fall shall be likened to a thunder's rumble that shall shake even your friends. ???? To all evil perpetrators in the land where we ought to plant our crops and wait for harvest, you shall fall. Politi-goats who came into our country as terminators to save us but later disvirgined us, read The laws of Karma. My master is not asleep like the cat does in afternoon, Terminating our lives will not be your saving grace. The handwritten of my master says kill not and suffer not your neighbour in the river of Joy and excitment. Truncate not our destinies; our hope wait for peace. Torturing our souls will never save you in life, For what you propose is not what you gain. Listen to the words and the sound you read here, For my master shall be glad when you obey. Stop ridiculing our faith and love; we care about. Puncturing our dreams won't take you there, Making the masses seems like a rotten egg is a sin. Becareful they're all bunch of sinners.