I am a friend of someone, without a friend myself

Life is like a stomach, its full of shit

Of all the proudmen of the earth, oh death, you are very proud

Religion have been hijacked by politicians since priest act the same way as politicians

Valentine's day It is my darling's birthday oh shit

Love is just a name to achieve the desire to be on top

When you die you change into a horrible unseen beast--true or false?

The natural aroma, the sweetsmelling woods and our streets with smoke, ---- just imagine

Politicians honour are in dead humans

Painted lips are not so red,
As stones kissed by the dead
The trueness of the wooer
And the kindness of the wooed
They gave true love,
Wished from above