PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

Those who did so much harm in this world,

In death will become appetising banquets,

The worms, in jubilation, will savour the deep,

And from their soul, only thorny remnants will remain.

So that all, upon approaching,

Feel faintly the venomous sting,

And steer clear, with fear and caution,

Of the putrid and foul-smelling urn.

The evil they sowed in life,

Becomes repulsion even in death,

No comfort, no welcome,

Only estrangement as support.

For, in the earth that finally receives them,

There is no redemption, no memory,

Only the stench that spreads,

And the lesson of a inglorious life.

May they serve as an example, not of respect,

For even the worms, in their feast,

Carry the bitter taste of flaw,

Of an existence without any affection or adornment.

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