When red are for roses and crowns for kings
I promise to remain like the back taste of bitter leaf
When night usurp day of its birth right
I promise to call you the angel you are not
Maybe build heaven on tongue,and earth on lips
But when my promise lose premises and crumble
know I'm but a son of man who takes after his father
Are bastards not those who say their father is wrong.
I lost you at the start of this inception
A process to change your haunted perception
But you haven't give me one silly reason
To continue onward with this treason
So let me lead you to the end of the harshness of this deception
Cos it spread like an infection
#Pharuq#
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