Just a bite, immortality was stolen
From the hand of man
And with this thought i was muzzy
As it splashes on my face
And i sat on the rock seeking for rain
To wash off this mythical,
But yet again, it resurrected on my face
Then i was convinced it was no metaphor
And in a restive state i was held, being swarmed
For death stands, boasting of the cemetery
With a bag of bone and a skull filled of wine red
Seeking soul under the sight of the lunar
And held them in chains in it dark carriage
Rode by black horses; riding into the breaths of the clouds
And at noon, the soil is excited to feed;
This is the superior of we mortals
Nor even the gold spoons shall withdraw
To board in it carriage, when it comes seeking
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