My lifeís circumcision,
Body falling into cosmic collision.
Lifeís short canít return to the prefix,
All ending on a crimson crucifix.
People staring at our heartache,
Our souls exposed left to sun-bake.
The crowd canít help its gawks,
We stare back with diminishing eye-stalks.
We all meet this day of redemption,
Tempt the light with life realizing our paralyzation.
Sad truth from birth nothing but down hill,
Rushing toward traffic we all end as road kill.
Finally the meek shell is gone,
Our tactical error transfixed toward wrong.