Pie !

Watching the sky makes me fly,

For how could water float and spry,

as humans made earth sad and cry,

Holier than thou is what to become,

For Humans are lacking in more or some,

Death is coming and it will come,

to claim our body and soul,

Borrowed to us with debt and contract,

so How would we answer when He calls,

Be it another excuse to make more sins?