Paroles de Grave Wisdom

dry wind chars human storm lies barren wasted greed taints water thirst dream the asphalt burial daylight meltdown long gone death grabs at stillborn child another low test pesticide not until they are dead believe in words ataching dread no meaning color world of different levels no chance to rectify nightmare running races skyward tower boil black water tea contagious waste disposal growing blind faith a tragedy propigate safe history creatures running underground all the cages rusted displaced food bowls empty now fit for the licking faces form memory blind faith stupidity races run secretly blind faith a tragedy not until they are dead stop breathing fleas attach themselves biting bits of flesh consuming ??? once hated words are shit contract ??? we disease