I am a stranger
Death strikes and exist with no stone turned.
Sickened flesh by the wind.
Reality lashes insight.
Cold blooded bodies, in reality we mourn.
Chapters of the bible are undesired.
Misconception of reality to those who despise
We are lectured souls of constitutions
Boundaries lay free in our eyes.
No cross road to eternity.
We are just souls yearning for the grave.
We are slaves to mortality.