Source of Suspicions - Cenotaph

My own sick world, dreaming of desperations;

Desperations create hatreds in our dark souls and suspicions in my existence

Torment, subconciously, image of misery, image of death, haven´t you realized

yet?

Our souls are sinner

While we are returning back followings are felt:

Fear of life

Birth of decay

Rising idolization but indefinite source of us

Infinite amount of wrath

Fetid huge minced philantrophics gush out their grudge

And these kind of loatsome ideas

Should only be the products of morbid mind

Aversion to a mentally bandaged mutual supporteds

Confronting aggrogan babtists

Their babtism makes you follow the path of your slavery

Acquesce the agonizing ache inside;

It’s because of your conceit and surrounds you like borbed

Adoring this false movement, a pain is felt from down abdomen

Babling of a red liquid down my legs into basin on which I am standing

Maximum appetite I have ever had is satisfied by fantasies on my mind