The watch-digit
Tick tick tick, the clock,
That goes away.
Your going to cut Hayat,
She said.
After an hour of harvest,
With hours to say.
"Your life is one Manzil,
Was cut away. "
Thus diesel,
Neither is it too late.
"Praise the LORD"
The clock was called.
By day two
Can cut weeks.
How much of your Hayat
Ghate closure.
Months rolling,
The whole year.
Releasing the way you lie
Just the way.
When you die
You know, not you.
With a good ear,
Listen to me.
Suddenly, one day will come
God's angel of death.
You will know,
Your death will be.
Take the right path today
The strong,
For the days you
Be prepared.
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