اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Maggot-ridden throne of entropy
surmounted with grim,imperious distain
by one who gazes inscruitably
over a charnel-house creation
Pulling your strings like some spastic puppet
the ever-changing circumstanses of your life
Bear your cross with chagrim
ground into the dust with the others
A cosmos reigned by a demiurge
sworn only to its own glorification
a universal slave driver
a whip-hand raised in triumph
Trapped within a prison reality
crushed beneath life...
