Wasn't it yesterday my
delicate golden egg hatched ?
Wasn't it past hour m'boy
spread his fur like feathers ?
You've no voice to halt his days
Oh! But you've got. Physicians aren't you ?
Why him ? Why not me ? Why indeed ?
Withered death's wicked deeds, wasn't it?
Where's she gaining whole day ?
The grim gaunt games of time.
Moth eaten day ahead. Ostentatious!
Glory's going. M'boy'll leave any day.
Death's not the worst enemy.
Life without love is barely living.
Have I promised prolonged breathe ?
It's in my hands, my breathe. Yeah.
The egg shell's rotten. Sparrow's broken.
Nest is now a grave. Death, he resides.
Time, the serpent, crawling. Where's her hurry gone?
Because infant sparrow flew away, into the deaths of air.
