Nothing Good Is Found There
In the trenches of the soul, Filled with debris and dirts, Stinking of repugnant stench, Nothing good is found there. Evil is birthed, greed is feed, Envy is nurtured, with toxic and bile, Love is dead, hate grows unbridled, Nothing good is found there. A darkened soul, Overflowing with murky trenches, Running stench and dirts, Nothing good is found there.