Epilepsy Of A Baker Boy

You could not have survived,
Last night, you were almost dead
when you fell from sleep and collapsed
On this concrete floor, wiping your head
Eyes squinting like turning rain
Mouth vomiting something thick
you werent listening to us anymore again
you stretched out your legs like dry stick
there hadnt no time to think well,
we took cold water, sprayed you
O jesu！you should have better compelled
It really wounded you to a more highest hue
the more you tried to fight it
i’m sorry, i barely helped a bit
I had no reason to do so, i only said prayer few
That may God finally find you a way through.