Life
Warm and liquid it flows,
like crytal clear water,
like a burning rose,
it pulses through the body hotter.
Noone knows the answer,
from what i am portraying,
it is as agile as a dancer,
as wild as a lion preying.
Should it seem unimportant,
to think, to state,
to ask, to cry,
to think, to die,
to help, to relate,
then only cuz you never saw
what i saw.
Then only cuz you only saw life,
but avoided the life flowing out,
stabbed in the heart with a knife,
you would not hold out.
My dear friend,
thinking is truth,
blood is life,
soul is memory,
speaking is a lie.
Your blood is still warm,
coursing though your body,
but it takes only a little harm,
to make it cold like ice.
What's the sin? Why do we have to die?
I have an answe, i will not lie.
Live for lifes sake, Live for deaths sake,
And belive that your blood will proceed,
you reap what you plant,
let them tell your story, like a chant!
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