I BEAT AGAINST MY HEART AS IT TURNS STONE!

A train travels down the rail,

Cloud nine enough to block the sound of a baby's wail

But not enough to bring the heart's cry to a condition to vail

I've stood the test of time,

Coughed enough to a seizure, yet lived again; without a curing-lime.

A lot of stuffs punctured through my heart, the harmless dart.

As though it was helpless, was strong enough not to part.

Through the worlds,

Wonder stem grow my pods

Quite a dozen doubled up the years,

Function of the heart to pump the red fluid still rears

though different conditions it'd beared

It had only given in a lot for empty profess

Profess of tongues admix, nevertheless.

It had served enough shield,

As though it was on a war field.

The pinches-wound turns nothing but scalps

Scalps recur numerously to build up in caps.

Times never seizing...

Seasons never ceasing...

Through Coldy-fooly and windy-witty

It's moisty, it's dusty

Thorough wet and dry

I Laugh, I cry...

Through the cold-blue and hot-brown

I Smile, I frown...

Through the test of time I'd cloned,

I beat against my fleshy heart as it turns stone.