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So here is our reader
Racing as a horse rider
Do you know your past
Do you wanna know your future fast
You are travelling in the same car
Year after year
With lots of fear
Sometimes you press the gear
Sometimes come those salty tears.

You think pearl is success
Tightening up your shoelace
You hunt for material fun
Which ends once its done
But do you realize
What you can't see with eyes
Go and feed your soul it's hungry
You will die once it gets angry.

For many years you have been traveling through
All the gutters crew
Off the universe
Suffering pains like a curse
You have had many lives here
My unknown dear
Lots of burden you have to bear
Managing your brain and your
If you can just find the exit
You will have the chance to meet
With the eternal.

It is the story God is writing
Glad you are the hero
It is the war you are fighting
To bear all pains and sorrow
You want your story to be good
Where the ending will not be rude
Achieve your goals with
Honesty from birth
'Cause you want to be someone
To whom people will not turn
On their backs
Like old books on the unwanted Racks.

One day you're soul will be pure
All the desires able to cure
That's the time of your liberation
From these repeated birth session
You will reach the heavenly planet
Where will be sorrow of no rate
Free from the earthly pains
As well as the storm and rains.

God has given you a soul
And a body for fulfilling the goal
It is your story
And you are the hero
It is your choice whether you will bring glory
Or be an eternal zero.

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