Life is a race
never to be erazed
life is a journey
filled with bitter and horney
it is a scripture packed with
load's of picture
life is a bus driving down the
road to our future
it is the proof of our existence
the measure of our prominence
it is a gift from the creator
one with no superior
life
life is beautifull
as beautifull as the blooming
of a rose flower
life
life is good.

Her cheating on me is not what I fear.
Good men are mistreated everywhere.
It's the loathing I'd feel if it came to a fact
That she lusted and loved behind my back

That I fear -as should she; it's beyond my control-
It would tear us to pieces and swallow us whole.
To see what you treasured as holy and strong
Hang slain from a rope one last lie long.

The concept of cheating; I spit in its face.
It sickens me how it would see her erazed.
Goddess to garbage in one-two-three...
I'm praying that she remains faithful to me.