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