Twin Snails

Poor Tizoc felt overwhelmed
By his shadow's bite and strength
So he sunk in his hollow nest
For he couldn't show his best

Every time he faced his scorn
He would try to wash away the gloom
By seeking shelter in thousand morbos
But when snails, marten, and hannibos

They were the only living creatures
That knew our deformed friend's features
And that wouldn't run away
They would listen, they would stay

But their only commentaries
Were as sour as ivy berries
They discouraged our Tizoc
Who was ridiculed and mocked

Tizoc, the king of cowards
Lives in the coral towers
Always afraid to leave his nest
Forever lonely and depressed

You know, Tizoc, Dolos and I have brought you a birthday present!
Oh, really? What is it?
A poem, sweet and pleasant
Wanna hear it?
Yes, please!
Alright, listen to this!

You will die in the dark alone
While fear eats at your shaking bones
And then you'll cry in your dying hour
For being Tizoc, the old king of cowards!

They were right and God had raped
In his heart with great disdain
And Tizoc knew he had to fight
Take the creature, find the light
But as he was truly afraid
To engage such fierce crusade
He just blamefully laid down
Gazed a precious night-star gown
And he pleaded: "Help me fly
To a bright star in the sky"