our theft

secretly,

the true identity you grant me,

unstoppable noise one of a focussed plan,

down and up we go just for a steal,

to have the piece of meat you bought straight from the market.

so don't mind about the noise,coz our tummies' rumbles are even greater,

sorry about the dissarrangements coz our emptiness inside instills opposite actions,

just pardon our last plan of action-coz in reality we had intended to take you down in the sreets, just      pity on you made us attack your house for a piece of meat.

Sorry for your loss,

We had to do this,

Imagine your "brother in Christ" dying of hunger?

 How greatful we are, Thank you for the meat and please purchase more so we be satisfied 

Thank You blessed supplier.

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