DEATH YOU WILL DIE

Death where is your license?
Who grants you that permission?
Nature, No.
But who?

Those dude’s I Know,
Shadow’s of memory,
Beneath your glutton end,
I sobbed with the moon and the sun,
I know one day you’ll burn.

Mama close the damp,
In your heart.
This festival of tears you must bind,
and let justice stretch her hands.

Death you are guilty,
like grains of sands their soul arises,
pointing fingers on you.
Even though plead guilty,
Who will be your lawyer?

Execute him, execute.
Those broken life clamours,
Just waiting for the trumpet’s approval.
Death you are doomed.

I pity for you,
Seeing your shivering legs and hands.
The duel is Teeth for tat,
Your executioner I will be,
when that trumpet finally speaks,
A ransom to those dude’s,
for their soul to have a sleep
death is dead.