Thursday, October 19, 2006
Thy name is life and death,
thy time you receive thy breathe.
Thou questions shall not be received,
until the very time commence with cease.
His flesh thou consume,
Thou soul would exhume.
Black, thy colour of dark.
Luck, thy guts of Noah's Ark.
Forlorn is not the word for he,
For trust and believe thou shall be.
Joy is what thy man long for us to attain,
Sorrow is what we only contain.
Man are selfish by nature,
it is he would made us creatures.
Thy identity shan't be revealed,
thy time to know when thou be killed.