Feathers on your skin

Peacock feathers on your skin,

Lips holding a tasty cherry,

That is our premodial sin,

That’s what we need to burry.

Dig and dig a lot deeper

Into ground and into ethere

Be bold yet tending

Be careful of your spending

For it’s your time you burry,

Time which you spend not being happy.

For me it’s a bargain,

But for you? Ask Hydin!

For we have only time

And time is plenty

For those, who are willing

To live past twenty