Paroles de Resentment

Watch rot what once was living When its thread of life is first cut It is without blemishes Life itself has sustained a connection between all functions Then death blight creeps slowly over it Like a plague which vanquishes all in its way Soon the matter will be completely Enveloped in a dismal grey Brown and black: Its odour will abhor Most unsightly; with none of the vigour That once made it proud From the day a child is born it must live Day to day with its afflictions Until a certain age that child will smile Then one day it realises everyone is despiteful