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Every time Night falls, these knight fall's back to bed.
Like feeble soldiers they are always on retreat,
Having ecstasy with imaginations that cum into reality
Only if they decide to give life
Heavy punches like blowjobs on the face.
They burn their midnight candles
To get warmth in a world
That gives a cold stare.
Because comfort is all they seek.
And as days come forth,
Their expectations keep rising like the value of dollar
They pray to the man that lives upstair
That their earnest desires be met.
But; could the Lion get a meal unless it goes out hunting?
Could a goal be scored unless attempts are made?
Chase your goals while the half of a yellow sun remains ripe
Seize your day, while it's still night!
Those who stand in times of test tend to stand the test of time.