I saw an angel bird fly
I asked, IT "Who are you"
Replied, I am "Why"
The moment flew like a spring
Spring water, showered me with
Fruits of life, and death card
Wild, Wild, were the invitation cards
I never asked who this angel was,
Replied the angel, it is a lie, bold and NOT beautiful
You ate those cornered stones,
You are the wild fruit, but a lie too
