A crime has been the darkest parts of hell, killing the babies of tomorrow,
Ripping off babies skins from today, dragging their dull bodies into another
World. A deep cry of anguish profoundly stepped over my dead body, worms
Stripping me naked, a cold breeze covers the souls of is what once a future
Cruelty painted over by red, blood smite the newborn and all is down dune.
Accept the cries of those who nevered been born, untouched, breathless,
Accept the sand over your skulls when you been shot by you own mortality,
Accept the room covered with blood, a cow is dead as you get big,
Accept the smoke that will bulldoze your soul and takes yo