- DAYS ARE ALWAYS DARK

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Sin have become a rhythmic routine

Stole goods into daily pounds
Every gun  has rose to fear
God has rose to fearless

Rape has became a rhythmic routine
Angels have  lost texture
POEPLE have made thier own gesture
Darkness acclimated by rolling tyres

Mouths has become music of swearing
POEPLE  don't listen like lost of ears
Murder has become a monarch in the world
Children  are now wipe of tears

Life has been a rhythm  of pain
Hopes and dreams have become plain
Disconnection from God is now a pleasure
Where all evil is a verb of treasure

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