I am alone in this life
Quaking with earthquakes,
My purpose lubricates existence,
So many die whether frozen or heated.
I live according to the times,
My life dies with me, crawling bodily,
Defending the wrath of others,
While justice dons its cast-iron shield.
I force others to joke on clouds,
Find their rivers acting like causes,
My cloud is my offering, and the meat
Consumes us while we consume it.
I have been living in secrecy due
To the life of mighty swords,
Offering someone the fight of rights,
Opening their wounds with haste.
My life boldly undoes its soul,
My soul shall wear the tears of knives
Driving through flesh of hot trades,
This knife slices more than the pen.
Topic(s) of this poem: life