• An infant child,
    Blessed with a limited life,
    Masked from the world
    From revealing its true destiny.
    Its childhood was meaningless
    Until was within a stomach of a whale,
    Holding strong of the spirit guide,
    Smashing the mirrors
    Of the white whales's belly.
    Finally, it was able to fly
    Away from the sea,
    But came out broken hearted
    As death eats it whole,
    Dropping onto Paris' streets,
    Dead from the open black sky
    While people screamed
    In horror of the scene.