my life, my live, my soul, my breath, my believe, my invention, my real food, my age, my first sight, my pace, my bourne identity, my work, my humming, and all the other side of my self. Comes to nothing when i lost my all from you. I lost my all that u've give it to me. Please lord let me feel the mighty of friendship, please lord let me feel your time.... your most delicious cake that specially made for us. i can't feel anything about friendship, nor just the mistiest feeling of love.
for this compassion i've lost, for this wraith that i've never use
this face that made everybody sad when saw it, but u never intended to make it that way. your grace-full highness that always close to me, becomes vague everytime you want it that way.

i'm sorry cousin, my impaired speaking make a lot of trouble. never use the word to be my refutation of truth either lies to be my denial.

i'm sorry my friend my flavour that always give me all new feelings, that i never use u as what u r, as a belonging of a fellowship.

i'm sorry my highness my ultralord my longlive queen that i never eat your time cake well and make some irregularity coz the failure procedure of what i've done on my timeline.

pleaze pleaze my longlive queen the highness lord Allah SWT (not sweat, but subhanna hu wa ta'alla), with and only with your consent, allow me to feel a little bit your light of power. So i can handle this world... together with other who get your bless.

i'll never leave your love, i believe your envoy was always Him, and i fail to pass your test just when u sent a little angelic-devil to me yet that's my pray to you and you fledged it,the only test to convince that i was your most unfail servus, i fail.

My lord my mercifull highness, now i'm afraid to ask you something. my self has pitingly sorrow from this failure, the failure from your test. Please give me your whisper of guidance to repair this failure that may will never be repaired for thee angelic-devil.