PAYATT

"Even if told a thousand times, these are merely against my hopes. Don't erase the scars of the wound on my chest, aren't you the one crying in the pouring rain, crossing the ocean at a corner alone, only God is my worshipper at midnight, in the room the tears in my eyes deeply embedded with ink I said, in all directions I sought victory, suddenly even if it rains snow and digs into the ground, though it may close after a fall, the dream that stirred in this heart I held tightly, many wounds on both hands, the experience it's greater than my words, look back at the emptiness of the future, must rewrite these various filled sensations in the mind, my shattered dreams dusted, after digging, the capable was dug up, in a row where lines flow with rhymes, the poems of many kinds it must be produced, my pen is my weapon, acquaintance, sword, words, and gun must lose, by the tongue must earn, if lived by intention then done by deceit, say it, fight it out, on the chest put a note, in the cupboard a money bag must sit, the man must set a trap, speaking of religion face it, face wearing a mask.

Time has eroded, a time to seek revenge, truth will be passed unnoticed, anger must walk with mind, curse must walk with art, many kinds of drugs will be taken, many small children will become slaves, not all you see is truth, many unseen are not false, all my lines are not clear, what I say is not a lie, not to scoop out toddy, the total darkness, what I suffered is my old age won't weaken this stone heart, in the darkness, the claws of eagles to burn, to grind the heads of children, human voices raising a wail, pretending not to hear the devil's battles, the lines must flow like a stream, it's God's battalion, don't forget, in the silt churned, in the canal aren't the fish, the sharks flaunt in the ocean."