Aryabod Siharyvani

destiny or haphazard is blowing my face 
smelling the incense of agony tickling 
Iced blood tear veins to aches and dust 
slow motion brain freezing into time fast 
pins over the eyes memorial to ancients 
squeezing watermelon turning fire on 
putting this bones on grave and fly away 
grab the axis and smash there skulls hard 
valley of death desirous for humans souls 
grim reaper holding your shoulders waiting 
spattering burring with Jesus broken teeth 
your skin falling aparts smelling rotten 
again one more body to bury over ground 
no more space down in heaven close dawn 
heaven full with you and me with mankind 
filled up with liars, killers and prophets