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It has been long long time here guys/bards, happy new year!

Today's diary re ooo.

If you are being hated, don't give way to hating
If you have dreams, don't make dreams your master
If all are gone, have hope for nothing
If your mansion fell into fallen rafters, great words you'd mutter.
Lack-lustre with all her dearly-dirty robes has maybe made for me
That poor attitude to write writs not, so man, mocking-birds mock me
Instinctively, what if I die today?
Today, that is the Easter Sunday
I wouldn't preach Jesus the saviour today, that He resurrected
Listen, I don't do my own christianity as chirped - cheaply sour-expected
Would it be a deja vu any longer let me; see, it's needed I inquire?
What rhymes of mine, would be recited by one worlds' choir?
Therefore, down the drain with such putrid pace please Emmanuel
Nay, all those in short that you've skipped, you try n' tell
No time to waste time am at my sister's n' twixt us now is much shit
Amid us for one two three four days n' still streaming-counting it...
For they've think me be as it used to be decades past
When I would do the whole world washings, very fast
Without demanding a dime, at least a slice of bread better cure
Would wash hell to become heaven, so very truly sore sure
Now that am younger, old things have passed a-piece apart
Away, faded, replaced, anew in long rolls of runs to make differences on earth
Now that am so arduous about runs that be so sweaty
Some one with minute chore with her calls calling, come usually to tidy faintly filthy
Floor, o'er n' o'er again, man I have got to explode boom-boom
I cannot continue to cuddle such cold calls any closer avoiding soupy-kaboom doom;
Amputated her ambience in J. Robinson, starved to proof my manly stance
Lest I continue to be treated down, a noodle-fan-youngster off importance
It would be those silly-sleeved sons not letting you do tidying well
The same that had, sent, papa Eli to go on n' tell tell-tales in hell.
I have aced, to God be the whole glory, much more temptations
More are coming around with their quiet quizzical attentions
I shall tramp 'em all beneath my feet with candies cuddling
The one to come now is drama right from its first calling
Somehow yea. Yay, thank God the word drama comes online!
Some reasonings, I have been piling up, they are of cause mine
As per that: man, life's not like drama but not in all
It's true, as to Aristotle, drama imitates all in hall
N' that's all, life's too snarl to make to fit within the stretch of one film
Just as there's more to each scene in that famous Brothers Grimm
Or as left lovers would not want to eat because of the other in Corean series
Young minds in red rose, for fragile fights, you'd part, life goes on like these.