Resentment (исполнитель: Lychgate)
Watch rot what once was living When its thread of life is first cut, It is without blemishes Life itself has sustained a connection between all functions Then death blight creeps slowly over it, Like a plague which vanquishes all in its way Soon the matter will [bad word] Enveloped in a dismal grey Brown and black: its odour will abhor Most unsightly; with none of the vigour That once made it proud From the day a child is born it must live Day to day with its afflictions Until a certain age that child will smile; Then one day it realises everyone is despiteful