Life Patterns and Revolver.

Blood chalk in the vein.
No more oxygen left here.
Lungs won't work...
This is a life pattern.

Chalk flood coming forward!
No more pretty faces.
Soul has resigned...
This, a pattern of life, It is...

Marvels the fool,
And excels the cruel.
All to sellIs to be on sale some day.
Expiring humans on our horizon...

The newer the sun the more believer I am.
The flesh to vanish
Of up-to-date bodies
No more can the eye see.
I can't see them anymore.

Roll the dices again.
Take this chance
Reload your guns
And see that he runs...

...for his life
...to another wife

This is just wildlife.
There are species to endanger,
And there is the danger,
And the revolver...