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This sOng of my dad and my mUm…
Just this afternoon, I went on hopping around the metro basically because my
Appointment sucks me!!

Metro hopping?? The place is QUIAPO, MANILA.
Honestly, I enjoy roaming around this place.
Feels like I am outside Nottinghill,hehe!!!

In them, you see life along with their goods.
The veggies, chips and cheap chips, the flowers,
The vendor, the heretics and even God! See them selling.
Oppss!!! The herbal leaves and roots, the one that builds life and kills life too!!
The candle that keeps on burning… hot for 20 bucks for all the color of life chances you need.

I suddenly find myself walking heading towards the Church.
I called Sermon from the Mount…it’s blurry and all that I’ve heard are the pip..pip..
pIP…piP of the buses and jeeps.
So I decided to meditate on my Own.

More than a year ago, my Dad went to the same church were I am awhile ago…
His prayer= he asked for longer life of my mUm.
I do ask that too but in the other southern church and other Gods…

Now I asked Jesus Nazarene if he ever heard my dAds’ prayer??
I got the guts to tell him with all my might if his deaf like the Gods I went in the south?!! Well, who would answer me?? Tears flows down because I know he too is deaf.
They took away my mUm that soon…

I also asked him if during the time that me and my mum go to His house, did my mUm ever asked for longer life too because she’s sick?!
Moronic of me not to know that my mum is that sick!! waS with her everyday.
We hardly lost sight now this forever.

I asked Jesus…is the 12th of never ends?
How about my dad? I guess it is nice that you will be the one to leave first rather then be left behind. How hard to leave a life until the 12th of never I think?

At the end of my metro journey… I culminate it with the Tarot Cards outside.
Perhaps the feeling is not mutual… I don’t want to sing UNTIL THE 12TH OF NEVER.