"mumma mumma , whats the meat for next hours?",
"think that impala's going to moist our thrill",
so it seemed happy enough to feed the young gun in the land of war,
savannah has been the god for many creatures having survival fractures,
went the elder in the hunt of the thin,
blending her camouflage,
sprint that started , ended in a flash,
with the neck in her bag,
feets too happy , the lone survivor came running unaccelerated then accelerated hiding there,
bouncing hare's hair,
so gold nowhere,
seeing her child,
wouldnt she had thought if he was growing too fast or moving with his insecure past...
The child was drinking the milk,
suddenly faster than the air came that bullet from the woods,
sinked in between his heart and her soul,
but how would the orphaned cry but only his tears survived,
searching the remained , even the soul would have cried,
and he was left alone...
Drawn and pulled in the world of insane rigidity of man-no-kind,
the boy sat with silent roar in the corner of a hounding dome,
wouldnt he had heart,
so what if he did not owe insane tongue,
"come on my boy , ladies and gentlemen now you will see him jumping through this ring of fire",
applause with no pause,
"i wish i had titanium nails so i could cut your blood",
"come on boy , come on",
but the wish never went to vapours,
sitting there was a sage who held his nerves for the right time to come,
in the second just after the loner jumped out completely the ring,
he threw the gasoline bottle on the master with a hole in the cork,
blazing in fire , the face burnt off and the boy zoomed off...
Came the day of judgement when I was to stand the inferno,
the voice said to melt me and gave me the slovenly creation,
i argued not to give my solution , for what i have been doing from thousand years,
i should be fused nowhere so as to punish for more than infinite tears that i saw while they left.
