Created again

The last of us fails strength too
That's already pointless to arouse
Illusion of work ability
Two empty hads, resist whip gust hard

Human body turns into the living mixture of flesh and blood
Dead tired doesn't already wail
Someone always finds the way to help him
To undress him from the clothes

Then just stand on the brink of abbys waiting for the blow from heaven
Every naked body reacts another way
Scene is never completely happened again
Everytime it's different

Only chosen ones are done to be
Creator of scene of this irratable
Exciting and mysterious passage
From one to other side

New and new images are created again
Images of the end of life and the coming of death