Epitaph

Watching out the flowing people

How you define the mob?

Miserable life of rats

Claiming the friends of God

The absence of intelligence

Means stupidity and blindness

For things which leaves and die

In the end

They want to crucify me

First throwing stones

I am sinking into the mire

Named human race

It doesn't matter how hard you're trying

This world is lost

Worms gives everything!

Everything!

Holy minx

Crowned paragon

All, that they praise

In the circles of time

It means nothing in the universe

Sawbones of souls

In the houses of God

Practice silence

Watching out the flowing people

How you define the mob?

Kill 'em all!

Miserable life of rats

And I am above thralldom

Thoughtfulness in expecting

The End...