A** little boy, cried, he died inside.
Felt the pain, still no gain.
Hate the world,still held tight.
Joy wasn't present, karma neither.
left the mom, had a fever.
Name the oath, say the prayers,
Question the rest, salvation, timers.
Undefined verification made him see,
World, goodbye, XYZ.

The dust begin to compile,
from the story you gave me.
The dust begin to vanish,
as the story begins to burn.

It was white as snow,
black as the windowsill,
and red as blood, the princess.
**The story ends, as the narrator smiled.