Life is a Mystery

 

Mohiddeen

My life, will never be the same, because I've explored the hidden secrets of the game, not fame; tame, not name; but definitely aim to claim.

When my world comes to an end, I would not have other choice but to bend, because man must risk life — since Musk has no wife, but most knives are sharpened to end life.

My brother, if you see a shroud, you do not need to be loud at the load just to be grouped, because I've promised that my satire will never expire, but give it a try at the entire echoes.

Remember: do not watch a well if there's a well, do not bite a finger to ginger, and finally never try to look for more when Moore's Law is no longer modifiable. Please, do not be afraid of a lion just because it meets a Zion; it could have an ion in the scion.

Jackson wasn't born as Ibson, Rabson, or Guyson as a legendary hip-hop — not hope in the rope — when there was a top scrapper to make a cop lose his job in the presence of his daughter's hop. I said, dear, it wasn't my intent to pop the spark or take a mop and hand it over to a deer.

I always open my diary even though I have Flowdiary, which some people mistakenly call dairy, even after distancing myself from poultry or making a scream in my dream to be in Florida to avoid being a hairy dude.

Did you know? When love makes a dove, we call it nebula — even if it takes a cove, it is surely not a fabula, but could be a tabula, when the distance fakes in the eyes of Jove.

Now, try to look up at the sky to make sure you can fry in the right class, when a crying lady takes part in softening your dry heart!

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