One of the
eastern nights;
Lack of a
talker,
Lack of the
technical glow.
Voyages of winged
suckers all around the square and me,
Hoping for a
precision in what I baked for the sake of my growling pot;
Gosh!
Viscosity still rules the vessel.
Yeah, I know
he will sing, he will, for sure;
But not after
my only left little world start yelling for fuel.
Bad night!
Bad blackened
night!
Ok, I repeat
it again;
O’ God
You take care
of your children from their birth to death,
You send
angels to protect,
And demons to
attack.
You are, I
know you surely are the mighty creator
Of heaven and
hell.
But, now I
seek for something.
Please bring
the current home!
