And sinema as well.
But without them,
My life would be a living hell.
From red haired devil that sings
To movie direction,
But when do I ask
This internal question?
What would the world be
Without lyrics to a song
And an actor forgot his lines?
It would be wrong.
I hate to know
If wewe disagree,
Without a murder
To a third degree.
The inspiration wewe will find
In this poem wewe read.
To find a happiness
au anger turned red.
This is the end,
Tell to wewe something to know...
That this isn't what wewe don't expect,
That wewe made a new foe.