Rebellion



A Child is born...
A Heart is scorn...
A life reborn...
A grave to adorn...

Thinking back I don't know why?
I used to not be able to hurt a fly...
Why did I do it...
What came out of that fit
of vile rage?
Yet another page,
In the Story of Life.
None so more as to be me friend,
None so more until the end.
It's coming soon, oh yes it is coming soon.
All will die, No more of the poor helpl
ess fly.
For now in the sky,
Is that trusty old soul of mine.
For now my only fine,
Will be eternal strife
After the end of my Life...

The Exile... die...