Shooting aimlessly through the frozen flakes.
Bullets leaving nothing but death in their wake.
Running through the feilds of ice.
To escape the fate of deaths swift slice.
Singing a song of immortal light.
These angels aroung me grant me flight.
Soaring so high, so bravely amonst the clouds.
I never had foreseen the unexpecting dark shrouds.
Life can end with a single touch,
disturbed by a little thing as such.
A death, a sickness, a sudden lack of wealth,
lack of love, of family, a random dropp of health.
Lying and deceiving can get you nowhere, and everywhere at the same time.
But is it a good thing? Or is it a crime?
Should people be punished? Or rewarded for these sins?
Saw through the eye of the beholder? Or through the one with the cursed violin?
Rain falls down and caressess God's work.
Springing life into all of his creations giving them a perk.
I hope but doubt that it would last forever.
To continue on its miraculous endeavor.