Glory to the Dead(nadopuna)

Glory to the Dead

Chasing the fabulous dread,

floating beggars and superimposed

unnatural neglect,perfect silent architect

Sun affects,

when you least expect.

Devil is playing fiddle in your sold head.

No future, no fat trains can be seen ahead.

No respect —

flowers bloom, then uncontrollably die.

What a contaminated pie,

road to ruin, all is bleeding neon lie.

Sid…