Bones are broken but i fear it not, i was blessed with the voice of the saintsnand tonight ill spit my vowels in your frowing facenThis pity is beautious and full, I will be the one to put you back on your feet (if you fall down)nAnd endeavors build ladders toward the sky, each step taken is another breathnTake ItnThis pity is a good friend of mine ( friend of mine that i know so well)nDearest death bed lover (ill save you)nHello mr. poet you are one of..nmy favorites and ill share with you my best blood workingsnPortraits in stone