Those considered in life as losers
Shall die as a success, but when?
Those considered fearful of death
Shall create sayings applicable to love
And happiness, such is the amount.
My gratitude bespoke the meanings,
Inside the prayer went a message
To the angels to transact words for laughter
And bliss of Paradise.
I crushed the bones of a person in command,
And so when is the death of mine?
I had to fear the acts of a cruel manner,
Never do I pray for more fear,
No people describe their attitudes.
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