The death pleads not guilty for the pain and
Suffering of man since the beginning of time
It has prowled all around and man was never
Anything but something more
How does insightful man want to claim
Anything now?
Life after death?
Wake up!
This is only a weakness
Intensity is now the only certainty
There is nothing concrete beyond the
Moment you touch
Now
Now is your only real life
Touch, smell, lick your time
And the next second spit it to allow death
Forget before
At least your life will hope instead of
Memories and their fate may now become
Something real
Buy, ride, vomit, fuck
Do so while
Death swallows its time
This is the best way you live
Without knowing that this time is running out
Living the God of now!
