Sun begins to fade
Masked man, needing no shade
Buried words with your bucket and spade
New life begins to sparkle
Old body, begins to death rattle
Old skin, beginning to peel and crackle
New life, you're willing to tackle
Heaven on Earth, is it a myth?
Truth or tittle-tattle?
Life's an on-going battle.
Lover has won and lost,
like a slaughtered machine
Wherein goes the farmer's cattle.