What for all those stars?

What for all those stars?
What for all those skies?
I’ve got no thing but scars…
I’ve missing shiny eyes…

But yet there's no regret,
Instead... The taste of coal.
And stench about spread,
Perhaps - the death of soul…

In stench the west and east,
Blood's - perpose for the sell…
Comes from the Bible beast,
This rises from the hell…

Death circling everywhere,
Nobody notice false,
The truth is sound mere,
Tributed… Ever else.

I'm cursing all this farce,
We're universe that dies!
What for all those stars?
What for all those skies?