Decease

I stand in front of you I breath with air but you don't Deceased in my eyes makes me living Your crucified arms made you dead Whole world lies in sickness But only angels are dead forever Everything is dying But only devils feast with broken necks Forms of life are forms of decease One way means death One church in ruins remains Life is determinate by million kinds of decease Fear and pleasure of decease we feel Decease, that created this damned world