Destruction of the humankind
made by men

how wonderful, yet ironic to die without a reson
to die without a cause
and as bombs fall upon us
as bullets brake the silence
and the man who lives, dies
and death is spread
like a disease
killing itself, the nature
Eradicated, killed,
beacause of men
And I loath the thougth
the fact
that I am a man
I am the disease