The Way Of Life

Time takes its toll

Body and heart wastes,

Echoing through the dark ally

Crushed spirits wanes.



Living in day to day

Flirting with fates bao board*,

The protocol of four bulls

Nothing but a complex fraud.



Full on the moons new birth

Creeping darkness filters through,

Dim lights becoming more so

Seth's pandimonium grows.



Tickling the flesh full

Runs through to core,

Sporadic burst of hot rain

Where life is that of a whore.



Mark of the honest and just

Whats' that we hear,

A hearty boom or mere laugh

All is prompted by fear. 



* An Ancient form of chess played in Egypt.