7 sins man reasoned 9 teens being
the endings of the vincin' at the doors
of the fear the sear parted through near
For the ones who were near

Coffin, houses re-done through the
Napolean feat till 8' the halt for hall
of the two truce through truth
To lurk back into the suits of coffin

Tutors crossing through this route soft
they all were lame the season of winter
it was lethal, king done with crown of sicks
The killings of 9 teens was same to this

Tuberculosis, tutor crossing both at the clearing
Searing tearing through the thick treachery
the kingdom six the eta of da Vinci

Death on my chest at my prime worng time
Unsign the coffee houses
Once I was riding those highs

Stuck like the man who reasoned
With pen of death at my last test
To die of tutor crossing and Tuberculosis

All of the sucks in gutters and ruins
Death perfume of treachery

© Kshitij sathe