Death Is A Slit And Life A Slut

I am sure someone listens to me, but I don't listen to and I don't see, Alas! I don't know who he is, but I think of him, so he should be? I was told he lives above seventh sky, Is there a sky, I get no reply, no sky means no heaven and no hell, but why we smile and why we cry? Powerful hunts and the helpless hunted, fittest survives and unfit is shunted, is the last line of his write elsewhere, and we the first line a little indented? On an endless beach this earth is a hut, beautiful sexy with a golden cut, like a tourist I have come for a single night, death is a slit and life is a slut? I brought a goat so ignorant, gave nice foods and caress pleasant, she licked my hands she licked my foot, till I cut her throats she was adherent! And so I am the innocent goat, too adherent till he cuts my throat, still I pray and still I play, with the bitter pills with a sugar coat! I think of him so he should be, I feel him though I don't see, still I hope for me is a day, he will reply he listens to me!