bite me dog;
bite just my sense
for I am
for not you think else
bite than I'm your enemy

talk to me dad;
for not I'm your son.
shoot off me dad;
take me through my miseries
wash with two teardrops that seeping
from a heart-searching,
kill me dad;
for I'm your son.

kiss me my lad son;
my pretty wife, kiss me;
than not I come to home,
not such as a ceremonies,
such as you love...

join in my funeral, God;
open my cerement,
in naked purpleness of my corpse
check over the life
that be dwelled to my world by you......