your book

I came to your book that You threatened him with misguidance and misguidance Were it not for your father's earthly place, Your hair was a fluke but you inherited from safety A rough understanding and a poor opinion His daughter told you to…

this is your book, in ignorance and violence, has come, We understand everything you describe Are you not afraid that the rhymes will make you miss you? that standing, Go ahead and don't stop And a poet whose anger half does not stop if…