When the ship rides forth on the waves,
and gets knocked down in battle,
the sailor finds it difficult to report his feeling of defeat.
Another wave, another fall,
and the waves don't stop,
until the sailor is sure it will break into a thousand pieces.
However, the ship fights,
without any leakage, like David once against Goliath.
The only one,
that sold the ship to death
was the sailor.
Being human is passion We don't live for fun Or boredom We live because being human Seems to be passionate confusion
At night, the evening wind falls 6 wheels meet tar Didn't know where I was at all My liver fully empty Shards scream A firework But nobody celebrates Not even me Suddenly there's 10 Then 6 I couldn't
No marrow In bone Nor sight In eyes No wagging tail But another of good size Cutting claws is unnecessary For they are but an accessory You are not born to cuddle To love Should only worship your mist