LA VIE DE L'HOMME

Tiny little creature
Drooling over nutritious liquid
The milk from the two mounds
Placed on its mother's chest
Waving little hands and feet
In delightful air

Muttering the "goo-goo-ga-ga"
He was like drops of water
Dripping,growing into an ocean
Flowing with waves of glory
Now a warrior
At his feet lies broken bones
The god of skulls

Old,weary
His belly round like the earth
Sits all day in his rocking chair
And like music,the voices of the dead
Plays in his gray wrinkly head
Slain without mercy
Death,the apprentice of the creator
breaks through his last breathe
and put his dying soul to rest.

PRESHIE♏a.k.a honchogirly