Evidence of Near Death (E.N.D.) - Katalepsy

Exhaling stench like smoldering sepulchral fire of leaving generations

Humanity shall leave the borders drawn for it

The calmness has gone away

Born to pieces by shouts

The word collapses under the fire skies

The broken phantoms will dull lackluster eyes that look into themselves are

roaming the streets

Ominous humility on calm dead faces

The repercussion of soul freezing cries and disgusting bone crunch walk like

echo in aborted wombs of devastated megalopolises

The corpses from the dead worlds

Which had a cities like ulcers

Swollen porous parcels of the decaying flesh and crumbling bones

Too awful to be buried

Here they are Adam’s sons and daughters