We’re like the fine sewing by witches’ hands?
And crumbles like cornbread when mistaken.
Although seen can overlook as tax plans.
Bitterness, pleasure from me is taken.
Someday having pleasure will whip its tail.
Breaking bonds as we speak with potential!
Yet causing havoc in our minds and fail.
And every event will strike sequential!
But your final breath should not go to waste.
The firm squeeze of dried rice pleasures the body.
Though greatly impacted to a foretaste.
It feels satisfying yet embody.
At last the gate will open in the town,
With great pleasure comes to be the new crown.