Word RAM you verse on the worses turf
You excelled cause your CURSED X ed out your birth ,maxed out your worth now your empty and hurt no explanation for you on this cold earth
And now your existence is in the dirt
Where all the fouls spirits lurk.
The more you climb your wooded foundation gets burnt
The ashes in the wind show no compassion TIME forsakes nothing LASTING memories of you lost cause tragic
Shooting cells fly out of your pores
To body systems not functioning no more
To all wealth , gain riches thrown in the sea.forgotten to future generations who probably won't spot it
It better if had not lived you can find more COMFORT sleeping under a bridge .The worlds NATURAL WIND AC I thank GOD I have my SOUL in me
What will be will come what will come will be NEVER TRADE YOUR LIFE FOR THE THINGS YOU CAN SEE ........
