Life Is the Walking Secret In Its Death
Life is the walking secret in its death
Mother! you told me to wait till the absence to present
Father! you told me out of beds secret I repent
Is rather like making love
I adore all the above.
Life is the walking secret in its death
Sharing it, tackles our emptiness fulfilling our buttons
As love making as results to wedding our bodies
I abthore all the above; no worth.
Life is the walking secret in its death;
Flowers to be delivered
Palms to be greased
Brought more presents, fought more thoughts
Love to love the doings, likely to be developments.
Life is the walking secret in its death;
Prepared five senses, sometimes shared by pains
I play your games, get ready for bad smells
Like virginities; more talked, less shared
I will visit the land, to share my secret above death.
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