Life
There’s a bull and a matador dueling in the sky,
Who do you go to up to meet when you die,
The red and the rage,
Stopped by the sage,
The poised one set for a stage,
Something they believe belongs in a cage,
Must be as he has the devils horns,
But within it is the most natural being that mourns,
Taken from home and placed in a foreign Hell,
Seems he is the victim for the tolls of the bell,
Now the hero man-made,
With a shining iron blade,
Decides each and every participant’s fate,
No matter if they willingly entered his estate,
He’s celebrated for his murder odds in his favor,
He is the all great savior,
Now which one do you believe is truly righteous,
I guess we’ll all know when we’re lifeless.
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven