Puz Of A Sick World

Spat of your mother amid of dirty
I smell the fear in you
Poor soul inapt to keep
Your fragile body safe

(Fool)
Pathetic and disgusting
Surrounded by a legion of hypocrites
(Fool)
Futile existence
Wrapped in alienation

Explode into hatred or die parasitizing
Only the emptiness and the steam of death will stay

You were corrupted
From a society full of emptiness
A scourge. Putrid, wasted, denied
From their own freedom

(Puz)
Lost soul’s infestation
From those who kill and die
Or barely living
Sucking puz of a sick world

You live like me, killing to live
A cancer that spread the disease