Death is nothing but the wind
Which blows oh high to the sky
It is the coral
Which is burned in the
Hades of hell.
It is the grain of sand
Of which is nothing but the land
Is it nothing but a grain of hope
To which we’ll touch the stars
If that is what you’re thinking
Then you must be nothing
Which is on by far.
You’re not a ghost nor spirit nor
Hope
You’re not even a demon nor
Devil
You are nothing by far
But evil.
