The stench comes through the Slit..
Of a window…signifying the existence!
Rotten flesh of Our living!
The soul embodied in a beautiful Sculpture!
...
The mystery, in your eyes
Gets the curiosity in me..
To rise like a tired snake
You learn to preach your tricks..
...
Wake Up
The stench comes through the Slit..
Of a window…signifying the existence!
Rotten flesh of Our living!
The soul embodied in a beautiful Sculpture!
Hides the horror within!
Vultures are like demons..
Awaiting our self constructed destruction!
Alas, the day might come..
When all that exists..
Is the rotten flesh!
The hues and cries of the dispatched angels
Won’t rid the world of the prevailing stink
Wake up! The end is near
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