It will not be the end
There is no hell and heaven
There is something worst purgatory
Eternally void of frigidity
Only whispers in head
And than it is
Neither, sorrow
and the pain of despair
As razor sharp
It degrade the poison mind
And it will not be the end
Swarm will bless you
That is your dainty
Swarm will fuck you
That is your dirt
Putter wrath a wears on you
Silent whispers in my head
Doesn't live my fucking mind
Your grace if fucking dead
Death will bless you
That is your dainty
Swarm will fuck you
That is your dirt
Dirty hands are touch the skin
Putter wrath is falling down
I like your taste of glisters
I like your smell of body
I live in your skin
I see what you see
Die
And than it is
Neither, sorrow
and the pain of despair
As razor sharp
It degrade the poison mind
And it will not be the end
Only whispers in hell