25 November 2012
The stench of death surrounds me And dead bodies are piled in heaps A baby girl cries While her mother weeps
Not a cemetery Not a grave in sight Just those rotten corpses Blotting out the light
A place to drop the dead off Before they get put underground Except for the endless crying There isn't the slightest sound
For this is a place of sorrow A place of eternal grief A place where death and despair Wipes out hope an belief
I'm curled up in a ball Wanting it to end fast I'm only a child and yet Each breath may be my last
For this a place for the poisoned A place to repent A place to which I had to go A place where I was sent
A poor orphan of war That carries a deadly curse I was destined to die From the day of my birth
The Stench Of Death • Opuss № I