Borned in a mud, raised in a mud, died in a mud.
No windows, no doors, nor lil' peek holes
Just the way it should be
We are the small pawns in a oversized game
And as one we are replaceable and worthless
Oh my dearest, the most hated mud, the filthy grass
with the muddy water, always and forever
and the muddy sun, makes the 7'th heaven
of my gunpowdery existence
My muddy tears flow through me
closing my eyes almost fully
And I have no fears, because that very "no"
is the word of my life
















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