ripple, crumble,crater, and crack

That is the sound of the world growing on me.

Cripple,crumble,crater and crack.


That is the sound of my bones breaking in me.





You think the dead wouldn’t feel what is above them
We feel all that is on the earth and in hell.





You do not feel the agony of the dead ten





They want is to see the world but they can’t tell.




Is the world covered in flowers or in hell.



The crow tell the dead lies about the earth





It says there are dead bodies cover over the heel
I hope the living pray in their beds today









As the dead raises to fix the problem of today.
They stumble at anyone and eat their brains