It had no stop they said.
I was made to travel that bus
I was shunned from the heaven
My senses left me staring through the front screen blankly,
Thinking of the end
I was that tilted side of the road which gets water no matter what.
Someone with mighty coin they said
Had the brightest destiny they said
As they described that mighty coin, i felt something burning my hand
I saw it shining in bright lemon
I was told that mighty coin smelled like melon
I wasn't sure why did the coin chose me?
What could it be that made me that lucky?
Tears with memories of mother praying for me flowed and flowed until i left the hell bus
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