people standing around women crying men quite children not knowing what to do there loved one is gone and there starts the roit of what is beneath me and you under the ground bodys lie how many have rotted how many are her to stay the body is there but where is the flesh the blood is gone none the less what children What is beneath?
how many of us run and hide when they think about suicide how many think it is up to you what the fuck that we do what is beneath me and you suiciders, masterbaters, procreators what is with us flies maggots from there bodys now you can see what lies beneath