Life After Death

Silently brushing through the ruggid brustles of tree's
Hunting for an offspring, something to satisfy my needs
Gazing from sunlight, to shrubs tree's and brown leaves
No edible factors in sight, growling despite no food for me
Roaring at the site of an infant, a baby zebra stands still
Grasping with my teeth, as I eat my hunger is now filled
Deserts distilled, twitching at the sound of blank atmosphere
Used to load animals, currently quiet as theres no action here
Site seeing for a pocher as I sense fear tearing through my body
And then im off with the wind death is calling, but it's not me

Spotting a pocher near by as I start to get mysterious visions
Of discolored pochers screaming nonsense and giving incisions
Fluently running as pocher seems to gain pace with his fire arm
Seeming to forget him, as I look back when I had 2 entire arms
Inquired from previous actions in a life, look foward as I run for my life
Feeling contrite, for those ive made deceased although I have survived
Shouting at me he is, running on all four's but still yet to get far away
Commotion from is mouth, yet not able to understand a word he is to say
Fatique starts to set in as my body grows weak and tired from running
No longer the predator im the prey of this evil pochers hunting

Continuiously remembering a kind of past life or past history
Still running from this pocher is this real life...what a mystery
Is this life after death? the memories see so clear to me
Vaguily in and out yet no full picture can appear to me
Within an instance im rembering my life as if its happening
Arguements apon a street way ended oh UNhappily
The pocher was sent to say I have not survived
How my life ended horridly for my life was shortlived
Knowing this is not me, it's unreal its just not the same
Just a vivid imagery of a "fuck you" and a *BANG*