Three Years

There are a little more than
three years left for me.

He tries to make me feel amused
when I have it all made up in my little head.
No one will ever broke the secret.

Soon it stops to rain
& the world will burn in flames.

All the birds and monsters
will become small little bigs
and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.
There ain’t nothing you can do about it!.

Yes, remind me every lie you once told.
In these past & future games
there ain’t no mirror for your true reflection.

Death is the only answer.
Death is the true beginning.
After death the God will push the
button “Play” once again.