Stinking masses

A decision outlives the world

fall to the whirl of life

a birth, effort, carrer’s scent

torment one self

dying before thinking

life is terrible torture

rescue has begun

original pain in the end

Curse people’s place

stinking masses of death

stinking disgust

all curse world around you

Greed breeds the unknowing

they will live in fear

they own unfragrant flower

unhappy false happiness

division of blind ways

you can’t find the middle

only the last question:

the light or the dark?

You’re rejected man, humble wonder

your life hasn’t sense for them

you’re a wonder if you don’t want to climb

burned land, your hear undesirable voice

Let them live in deceit

to rot in their scent

you don’t want to go

you bloom in pain

a scent from hollows of death

demaged by the stink of your person

decay of stining masses

demaged by the structure of your person