The Rigor of a Long Journey
My bom bom pains me
In hurts very deep in a silent mode
And all luxury leads to no cozy
Cause, I’m beaten very hard by my subordinate
Am tired of this marathon to an endless road
The long awaited destination of no approach
The unreachable Canaan land
For a virtuous land, who can find?
Still, unimaginable heating thorns bake my ass
Into a piece of cake
And my knees jerk
In the presence of no stimulus
I wonder when this Canaan land shall be reached
And the heating thorns kissed off my crying ass
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