In the morning the child stirred inside me
"Touch it"
It will be the last child of this world and I conceived it from a rat
And the rat wandered amongst
The dead soldiers ribs
It soaked the last whisper
And their flesh's smell
To chase souls
To transmit the only reality with the semen
And the only reality was the body's reaction
Now death is not a fact anymore
Death is the dissonance
Death is the conglomeration
Death is the decay of flesh without soul
The morality became a product,
Feeling of shame and pity have been
Lost amongst animals, garbage, sand and stones
Disgust and exitation don't reflect
In guts and excretas anymore
The heartbeat is not interesting now
Like clock's hand that's been stopped
With such flag of the reality
The child will enter into this world
It doesn't remember morality
The poisoned sky is the blind lord
Now life is not the fact anymore
Life is the instantenious shock
Life is the sensless locomotion
Life is just a one step to the kingdom of rotten flesh