My pleasure, the event of a pure life.
Secretly entangled the future dismantled,
The nice day to live in, the nice time to recall.
Wearing my white running fast to my future that's early wake up.
All to the school of learning I chose but a friend and foe are surely the round stand by.
My eyes opened to dark knowledge by a friend foe toward playstation but it was a carry over leader. It denials me my break enjoyment during school day, it made my tongue to be swift to lying. I later changed my aim but future calls me secretly at night;
Sin inexcusable, sin a destiny stop but I kindly help my infirmity,
Thinking that I will know no sin but through foe called i a friend who ignorantly gave me the real meaning of the word #BLUEFILM.
Hearing that, I thought it good to be a video plate that gives a glittering color of blue on light reflection but not knowing that it is and was the full nakedness of full grown fellows which has rejected the law of sanity and purity.
It was equally abbreviation to my failure but my hands are strong to success.
Coming out with elevational height of excellence then I only struggle to rise.
Parent is better you open up the secret of sin and Saint to children because is hard for them to leave what they learnt both evil and good.
"one sin or evil can erase thousands of Saints in Youngs ". Rulerking Excel.
Please let's be ready and a help to the youngs.
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