Dead Children

Spread your hate
 Some dead children with burnt skins
 Are playing under a dead snow, wearing gas-masks
 A heavy and suffocating atmosphere
 Mixing sulphur and dust with the smell of cadavers
 They dance among the ruins, among human corpses
 Hand in hand, they enjoy their despair
 Angels of misery rise
 As they heard a move, they stop their game
 Their lifeless eyes gazing to me
 Crows are stopping their flights and vultures their lunch
 All of them found in me their new target
 Claws and kicks are beating me
 Violating my bitter body
 I scream and enjoy this suffering
 Till my blood color the ground
 From above, the black snow is falling around me
 Lost and mutilated in a world I can't understand
 The children laugh about my own misery
 Spread your wings, angels of misery