Years kept passing by. Still my mind hasn't forgotten. Corpses lying among debris. Unrecognizable, rotten. . Suffering from a trauma. it keeps hunting me.
Suffering from a disease. The morbid symptoms aren't identifiable. Physicians; they disagree. Fighting is thus impossible. . Vainly you wait for a cure.
Dark middleagess centuries of pain. The appearance of the inquisitions. Religion turned out to be insane. In these times of witch prosecutions. . Tortured till confession.
In the darkness. They crawl on places. Where you can't see or hear they come. Marching silently. When it's dawn they will be gone. . A swelling on my body.
A life in desolation, remained in naivety. Criminal aberrancy, they rest among their ancestry. As an adolescent his life was filled with agony. Rancour put a tragic end to the affinity.
Passed the door of death. Hereafter place to be. Fortified with the rites. Clerical loyalty. . Final means of grace. Time has taken your life away. Cadaverous corporal constitution.
Trapped inside my self-capsule. For a journey into an atmosphere. A darkened space I'm floating in. Although I am not here. . I'm caught, a room, it's coloured black.
Lost in the desert for reasons unknown. An extensive barren plain before you. A gruesome affliction; the heat of the sun. Don't really know in what direction to go.
His hands held high. Hypnotyzing eyes, the instruments. of power he has obtained. His spoken words. Standing on the pedestal. He sees his portrait held high.
Mutual aversion and disgust, religious facts. Fighting for the land on which they live. Separation of different races, different nations. Disparity, no solidarity.
Forced isolation in centuries of disgust. Disease of the soul, living lives which are lost. Muddled identities, living out days. Scaring it's victims, a formless face.