Things are never greeted;

In Regrets

Means will never meet

In despairs;

Fallen apart is greed;

Consuming our breed

Only you need is bread;

Suit boot without stained;

A house with the warmth spread;

Still, why the people are dread?

Wake and live up, this is life

Not a script which can be read!

Roish-The restless 🦉

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