Damaged world 

Lost poetries

I have decided not to see them 

People are crazy for my music

People are mad for my art

They are feeling amazing

Lost poetries

Every day on the lakes by fire’s eyes

Envy, malice, hatred

Those minds are not narrows

They are with poor spirit 

They are a wretched state of things

Because a one is narrow path 

The souls are not have gone yet

‘Cause the life is more than alive

What for

Well 

Who is stingy man?

Who sale your self  

Every day for "peanuts"

You can’t do that over and over again

Or from time to time

No! Never!

‘Cause One soul had been sold

About everyone, for thirty silvers coins

That One Soul talks to your heart:

 I will do for you

Not what you want, 

I will do for you the best things

Just trust me, don’t get trouble your self

And then I will change it 

Damaged world 

I will