1 agus 23 selasa

 

1 agus 23 selasa

pom

ambillappy

bankgurueror

wrg

kampus

pul

wrg1arji

wrg2kopi

mlmneighboreror

allahuakbar

let the fake speaks

 

Waiting is something very emotional

the land of the grand cloth

where all pagodas stand tall

where all kangaroos kick the whole box of souls

where all the windmills blow the kindness of the heart

and the beaches kiss the pearls

let the queen rest

let the fake speaks

let the east party

for shadowing the darkness of the hell

the war of the heaven

in land of suffer and torture

let them vanish

The singing lips

 

Keep you in the dark

Keep you in the distance

Hollow sound

Calling your soul

Waving your smile

Waving your laugh

And then enter the light

Shining bright to resistance

Blocking and evading the shadow of love

Tranquilizing the memory of torture

Running and walking on the fast lane

Tracking the whole realm of calmness

The dancing feet

The singing lips

Conquering the melody of the sadness

Marinating the flesh of the hellish horn

To be green and full of serenity

Humming to the side of the mountain

exposing their pose

 

mrsf

the calling of the virus

whispering to the ears of the soldiers

gather all the troops

as the wives condemn the death

the disguising elements of the enemies

in the front of the gate

to the point

the sound of the trumpets

melodious to the ears

trapping the the warriors

alarming the comrades

hailing the fighters

gather to the center of the light

thundering voice for the soulless

cracking the drums

as the maidens dance

facing towards me

spitting the poisonous words

axing my breaths

the marching away of their feet

following through different path

piling the gold

asking the keepers

is there a place to rest

answering to the lung

roaring for all the deaf

singing their tunes

exporting their truth

exposing their pose

tell all the lies under