||Zinda Tillismath.||

||hear me hear me|| ||oh mother in sky,|| ||hear what i have to say|| ||while the ticks and scum|| ||flock,|| ||no lie.|| ||young girls forget|| ||certain things in their whoredom,|| ||like how they're cared for|| ||while they're sick|| ||over icecream and boredom.|| ||they fret not their pessimism|| ||when it comes to these,|| ||'cause ways tender|| ||dont make for that deprecating release.||

||hear me hear me|| ||oh mother in sky,|| ||read my words|| ||while gawkers scan for vulnerabilities no lie.|| ||heathen while you are;|| ||a mother you very will be,|| ||cant treat you any lesser|| ||'cause of our secular symphony.|| ||ayrved, unani and all things 'pathy;|| ||can only repair not achieve genetic supremacy.||

||hear me hear me|| ||oh mother in sky,|| ||i make you the same offer|| ||i made once miles away,|| ||no lie.|| ||a bottle of my semen at the cost of dictation;|| ||if you want it you can have it,|| ||an indian soldiers' concoction.|| ||no COD, no EMI, no net banking or cash;|| || its so fuckin sunny,|| ||promise me a cloud over my head, that's all i ask.||

||Zinda Tillismath.||