Poetry stained on my lips,
Fire burning through my hips.
Arguments drive in broken friendship.
Torment paints you odd to worship.
God's forgiveness you crave.
Till regrets pushes you to grave.
Life moves on,
Words rolls on.
What exactly have you gain?
When there's nothing at your domain.
Here after comes,
Your grave is full of worms.
Then, what would you tell your Lord?
When the world has fallen behind to mud.
The one that breaks friendship is lost.
It's the best religion on earth, he's worst.