Dec 2024
All that’s left is the rotting dead
A putrid offense to the senses
Devoid of all life that defined it,
Where the carrion feeders
Thrive in their stench -
Until there’s nothing left
A putrid offense to the senses
Devoid of all life that defined it,
Where the carrion feeders
Thrive in their stench -
Until there’s nothing left
