The Shape of Death to Come - Placenta

Since thousands of years

The death has changed his form

Appears just here and there

As you are no doubt aware

The shape of death to come

A mother or a gun

Treatment or intoxicant

An omnipresent planned accident

Your friend your enemy

Your wish and also fear

The death has made his own rules

A game that is made of tears

The problem is that he is not a good teacher

The human nature despises all signs

We’re fighting against each other

Ourselves and those who come

Our own defeat is hard won

But we’re not to be unfair

Death can be release

Although some people haven’t the right

To die and rest in peace

Omni…

The shape…

Your friend…

Omnipresent…