Can’t breath too deep. What’s that smell? The stench of rotting flesh Vile order fills the air, never never will refresh - I remember something, something that I read The living shall be jealous, jealous of the dead - All the warnings, all cries, all with anguish and lament All ignored, all ignored…now Death to US is sent - All rotting on the ground, the buzzards have a feast Many many dead, thousand thousands have deceased - The dying and the dead, everywhere do lie ...........................I don’t even cry