Alone they can not be When they think of Me I feel it when They think to make a Plan To Fertile Women of The Dead I make them Mad I make them, crack in their Head When they make love to Women of The Dead Alone they can not be And so do not see Honesty Purity and Love Time and my Rhyme It is too late?
A man was stuck Hand locked during Surgery His patient dying without him Students fighting for him I tuned in RadboudUMC Busdriver let me in for free I was there Sat at Interne holding Man Ray in Paris And made a sketch For in The Future With in the Frame Pictures of me and My Killer Ex A man was stuck The Boss, Surgeon of Radboudumc I copied his behaviour On wine When he was all fine And could not accept Is it her? Her or her? Her to you, just you Because I stop trusting a man Who I have saved With all my loving All my Time And So is goes No one is allowed to know He kills But I here say It is too late No more Myths to kill for
As they are proven By the Time My Rhyme Love Law And He and She saw Me Before Is it too late? To save the ones who saved me?
Always with Women Of The Dead Wishing it to be Me As I can See Hear Sense Smell And Say The words: Never , Never Nadiya Amina Aweys Mohamed Mohado Sheikh nur 30-11-1995 27-04-2022