Nobody Can Say

Wearing raw beef, 
speaking Buddha, 
it was real time in dystopia. 

I was wondering, 
how to cheat life. 
Crypts were empty. 

Think, keep quite, 
I would say, watching 
the river go by. 

The feral look, will 
teach you suffer. There 
was no ending. 

Half-bird, half-mount― 
You carry the burden 
of undoing nemesis.