THE DAY AFTER THE THEFT

Zooooom zaaaam zoooom paraaaam!!!

With low pitches and high base the music plays

I seek to gather my mind's purpose to pray

With a lot on my mind I could feign say

The sound derails me and my lips make no full utters

  My failing voice can only mutter

Regrets fill the heart and it weighs over a bag of wet sand

Beating fast, halting fast and giving swift prompts

 The mouth that knows to go down the filth ,

Certainly the words of his glory cant sing

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