A silent moment in the concrete of life,
When the angels were slathered and the demons alive,
When a striking thunder rips the black sky apart,
And anger of millions of frustrated lives breaks out,
As a Thick blood gazer bursts from deep down the ground,
A soul leaves it's skeleton and a freedom finally found,
Up it is elevating through the purified blue of a smooth
sky,
Consciously flying to an angelic white tunnel, so High,
Just when the first sight of shining white had registered
into mind,
A rotten hand appears, extending it's immortal self from a
cleaved hide,
The soul is caught with razor-sharp claws forcing her meanly
down,
Hope of salvation erases As new born comes.