Shooting star, rising
Up past the dawn of day.
Sitting past the euphoria of the
Deadly rush of the morning.
Beep, toot, snap.
Bang.
Travelling supersonic.
Falling through vast space.
Seeping the nectar off the bee
As it goes through it's daily routine.
As the man, visits thy brother.
The star, goes on.
Like the deluge caused
By God on Noah's trip.
The star, a fireball.
Deadly to all.
Castrates your heart.
In vast devotion to life.