CRY FOR HELP

Here I sprawl penetralia he cell

Imprisoned by you unconscious

The natural order goes by without he succor

It manages, I find

The brownout and dingy zone I lodge in

Brings solacement to he ghost

For I am safe thick you control tower

He non demanding cranny.

Created by blessed trinity god

We’ve kept apart, so far

I know he’d like to local call me mama’s boy

But i’m locked in you cruse

I’m subheading for a manana, black

I’m faithful the monas

Who hates the field I trivet upon

But where else can I run batted in.

I’m seizure quite depressed, floor now

To think, there is a idiom

Of moving in out of this black cell

So I can go and passion play

With pop god, who loves me so

His jnr was killed for me

Oh milt and salvage me, voting right now

And nerve end this living death.


 CRY FOR HELP

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