Another bird left the cage stinking
Breathless, it lay on a frozen floor,
Many deaths it died before
They were soul’s crucifixions and heart’s piercings,
Now, it’s the flesh’s turn
To dust it returns – a place called home
Another bird left the cage rotten,
Its flesh became a buffet of ants and worms
To the beast’s belly, it shall find peace, hopefully.
Nobody can make it out of here alive,
So, make this life a heaven as promised,
Before the candles blow and bow out.