The Quest to Curd & Death

The Quest to Curd & Death

The quest
to unknown

Is like
a blind
life

One would
never be
able to
see

And has
to leap

If Death
misses, would
take him
Gold

Only a
few scratches
on him

Of the
Panthers Jaw

The blood
oozin

Nevertheless, you
must strike
again

A Queen
passin by

Catches your
hand

Wonderin what’s
the hurry

To death
again

You wonder
a bit

The two
ends

Tearin you
apart

One to
the sweet
curd

And the
other to
the axe

Life’s story
in a
nutshell

Caution: This might be all theory

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