The face of death

If you will ever forgive me, the whirlwind would stop

A strange likeness to the window we stare out of

Smell of a carcass sweet will be,

When the world would cycle in dust beneath a black sea,

An evil and a baby, a never ending of something he said to me

A layer of death rot’s the living

Prey for the dying shocking the creation we were building

As the baby child continues laughing…

22/09/2003

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