Thousands of corpses, stacked one on top of the other The stench. They are all dead. Just dead. They no longer exist, it would have been better had they never existed They are ridiculous, and now they have a significance that before they did not have They were a mass, a stupid mass of mules Their day has come, his sentence has been handed down, the Lord’s Oh my Demon you will remember these corpses You will laugh when you remember how they looked You will dance on them; you will shout the anthem to your victory
