Hanging on the barbed wire,
Looking for the abject liar,
Putting out disorders flame,
Taking risk to admire.
underneath the victims body
God is drawing bloody stains.
Freedom was a Gods mistake
Creating rullers and its slaves.

Laying at the bottom of the greed,
Feading myself with the evil seed,
In the dieing taking lead,
Becoming last one of my breed.

Fighting with thirst by drinking blood,
Standing all alone against the god.
My little mind is getting flood,
Loosing my lost golden fund.
It's getting harder every day,
The walls are hunting for the prey.
They never kill, they only play.
I wonder why I'm here to stay?


(сделано из кусков ранних произведений)