For the heat of Amazon
Firing the ark
Feinging the heart.
We laugh to the butcher
Who was drunk at April
In between the white is black coal
But wait for Monday manners.


Pharisees
Crying for fair flowers
In the farm , they sleeps like dogs
Mad for no reason
Lover of respect and worshipers
Them heating the anger of poors


The mad man whipped for the truth
Courage to end the lies.
So the actually want to shut the mouth.
They don't love Truth.


When they say ham
Cursed by Noah ...