The Shelter from the Broken Glass - Aborted Fetus

Walls is sharp

It is safe in burrow from the broken glass

No one comes here

Wounds they are afraid

All time be there place

Wounds are inevitable

And soon you became sticky from blood

And what is more

The walls are glares and plays

Many fractions is sharp there are

Body to press in there

And forces go away

They are laugh on you

They are be glad of inevitable bleeding

They are not come to there

Thy know it is clear

Expenses of car give rise

The shelter from the broken glass

And bury

Forever