BLACK LOVE

Death all over here
remainders,scum,plagues,moans
I wish that it could be the end
We could crash ourselves for good
That our hanged bodies of grievance
And our dismantled rotten structure
Had a steeply derailment
In a enormous massacre
And we could breed a monster
To bleed our sorrows
And create a massive lair
For that we could be free
To die
And to love even more our heresy