The culture of small mouth big stomach.

The culture of small mouth and big stomach.

I drink its nectar and never feel nourished.

The masquerade I devour like a blind culprit,

who robs many trees from the forest.



A trial for the poisoned land.

Standing before a jury of ancient wisdom,

to be found guilty to a blowing applause.



Now aware of the ruin,

I curse the sentence given.

To die amongst the worlds calamity,

that my very hands took part in.

I now curse the culture of small mouth and big stomach.