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.