Bullets pass, music blasts, living life way to fast, ask the wise then close your eyes, listen to all the painful cries, feel there pain see their struggles, as we swim in pools of blood and splash in puddles. Jesus died, Mary cried, but none of us were denied. Just for love returned with hate. The way you die is your own fate. Not to deep but not to shallow, a lions roar and wolfs long howl, see the beauty see the peace, before it’s left deceased. Death is cold but can be sweet. The ones you love, that’s life’s treat.