In a rotting process when the flesh ceases blossoming
A parallel infection has not advanced
Sick vacuum has been destroyed
Two corpses lie moving
For seven weeks they were in vacuum
But on the eighth week it was destroyed
And the human flesh began to rot
Five weeks later it smelled like universe
Past blossom flesh
Sun as the human kind, it's decomposing the flesh
It makes the world decay, as the sky
Flies as the human creatures
Putrifacted tissue is eaten by worms
Worms as the human creations
A process of the past blossom flesh
Of the past blossom world
Ten weeks later ruins of the human bodies
Touch the earth, a liquid deadly mud
Touch the body, a bloody toxic disgust
A circle destroyed by the continuum
Of dead flesh and dying world
How much flesh is needed for the world to dispart
Flesh, earth, ground
Ash, desperation
Die, breed, begin
