Ama, Ama, I call you 'neath the setting sun.
I know I'm much more just than Fila found
in cities, pretentious; I pray that my heart feels your good.
Never let me near the Fila hound.
But why do I see her
dancing youthful on the stairs
before the Christ;
her smile is filled with gold.
Fog of Lucy fills the air.
Our covenant -- save me from the heir.
But my eyes follow them--
her sinful stare.
Askal, Ama! Askal! They call me like they call their pairs.
Ama, choose me or fire, for they are pulling me to hell.
How can you blame
my holy name?
It's not my fault that Fila blood is hard to tame.
The devil cranes
as I fall victim to his game;
why would God create a being stronger than his men?
Save me, Ama! Take me in your hold.
Burn their souls -- their lustful, lecherous souls.
Let the angels protect me, keep my blessed tone;
let them shield my home, my flesh and bones.
Deride every sinner
that walks the path of burning stone.
Her youth is lost, but with me
she'll atone.
Askal, Ama! Askal! Your sin, your skin! Now choose your urn.
One pyre, one sire; make up your mind, and one will burn!
My Lord, burn them swiftly.
My King: choices, present thee.
Choose wisely--
one hand as brightly, other's as mighty.
One will be mine, the other shall burn and tell
the story of Heaven in Hell!
Askal lamang. Askal, the pacific is bound.
Save me, Lord, from the Fila hound.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mahal-lika!
PoetryIs love just a a collection of feelings for one? Is it just a sweet section of chocolate for one? Hearken! My heart beats faster, the box shakes stronger -- Mahal-lika! Let us tell their stories of love divine, their love full of sin!
