God's hands were beaten strongly far
Beneath the game of life.
A fat thing, they said and laughed.
Like a cat in a cage
We became prisoners in our own joy and pride.
Dimly with bristle on the hive of love
The love for the mind.
Not so real in heart.

Each makes the hatred with kindness.
A violin, A guitar became one soul for the movement
Of fire, a freezing cord.

No existence for the essence of
Life.
A gallop for a constant error with such an ugly
Rhyme.