My mather says me:
Breaking this world
You'll make disaster
While night has lasted
We all didn't want to pray,
We left that way!
My father doesn't hear me
He knows what we must do
When enemies hate and sin
You still blame your doom.
My sister scolds me:
You are fucking hippy!
Alas! After the lessons
I go nowhere
But they like to be clever.
My family
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