Flight of the Phoenix Bird

THE FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX BIRD Surrounded by a bunch of steady flowing waters Existing without death but debt A poor Atman of the gardeners Caged in the verdict so depth Exhausted to transform existence 'Cause no language to place its conceptions to existence Blended you embraced in the middle of the night Emitting shadows of languid and listless Mere ens with no might Children now echoes to your unworthiness Owner of beautiful gold Now stands with no atom of bold But! Fear, the language of the mousy In the field of great minds Thousand years a useless tree grows Its usefulness to eternity a day it registers A mind that decamps the evening tide Can always in greatness abide Our cultures and society still present Raises us on acme so fit Creates a vacuum as a present For our savoriness to reach no limit Language are the times we exist The minds greatest instrument Tiredness a phoenix bird never gets Though its corporeality regenerates Pushes, life it begets construing what life presents Stand! Stand! Push on comrade Though embodied with the portals clay Embrace the molded grenade At last, it will result to pay Life fights life to taste But only the vanquisher has a voucher to paste