My poets are good poets Your voice is just for the sake of my sin My sin is without you My hope is just a moment of view
Lover of God waiting for God years of years when Zeto is unaware my loud disciple My Kabah And my house You are dear to me Night Voice You Ear My Ear You Effect for me Moment of a beautiful letter My Freedom Hymn thirsty for a moment My voice without you sinful Mourning Mourning My Cloak My Black Black Lights With me
