Walking plague, I make a carrion heap of the world Re-making all in the image of my own rotting guts: I am man.
My touch is bacteria My hunger is wildfire My eyes are locusts I am man
My history: an epitaph gone on too long, a bleating priest trailing off into silence as the last pew empties out A last light dimmed: a last candle snuffed out: the smell of sweat: an echoing cry - an echo of crying children So let them cry
And I lay down in the snow: I close my eyes: something great and eternal breathes onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
