Grown in the Mold Sores

Someone should burn in hell after death
And someone burns during the life
The city turned into the hell in reality
Existence of the human population is at risk
Children's faces covered with countless sores
Are reflecting apathy
They haven't neither fear nor hope
Human beings destined to become food
For numerous carnivorous beasts
Tons of stale human flesh are replacing by landscape
Of lacerated bodies