Plants bloom upon rotting corpses

Buried in the soil.

The sun is similar

To a yellow boil,

And in horror I recoil.

*

Underneath the surface all is death

And decay.

I watch the devil play

With humanity

And have his way

With us day after day.

*

The roses are drunk on blood

Which drenches the soil.

In the guise of beauty and love

Spring unfurls its foulness

And awakens to apocalypse.