The man with no faceIn the world of existenceThere exists a townWhere the wolves fear to attackVultures no more feed on deadRabid dogs whimper in painAnd rats spread the word of plagueIn this townHumanity thrivesWith price placed on its fleshThe blood looks red – too redRed in the eyes of the deadWho dies in the name of humanityIn this townReborn is the mutation of manWho witnesses the ritual of brutalityWho do not turn his head awayWho stands up straightAnd bears no expression - no face...
all buntings are sent here