Give Me Your Steal!

I am as Harvest of a 'Research Land', am I? was always, time and again upheld for that's why? My kith and Kin.. if you are not Sick and Sin, This is modern world GOD I am born in this time why? I am already burnt enough, yet the rules look so fake they crack, What can be in this Search as much to fetch them as they seek? I wished those deserts so God for I can be with that, Even if I am as so burnt and in ever ever so Hot! Give me not any fresh breath God, for it was all so stole, Just give me a Second that me, and them so they can find my Soul! for it is not any filial thing for one to rekindle as real!