If my time should come
I'd like no one to entice me.
Not even you.
No need for those sobs and cries.
I am but a wild animal
Cut from its kind.
Though bullets should pierce my skin
I shall still strike and march forth.
Wounds and poison shall I take aflee. Aflee
'Til the pain and pang should disappear.
And I should care even less.
I want to live
for another thousand years.