I saw the grave stones
I saw nine year old boys
somehow I knew
they hated me
you can live as long as
you want to live
lately all I want is to be
in your hole
sleep without a dream
as cold as it seems
its my destiny
how many men have been
in your sacred hole
(how many dead men god?)
as I spread her thighs
my life flashes
before my eyes
soothing,disturbing
I´m intoxicated with fear
how many men have died?
in your dirty hole
how many men lay dead
from this killing hole
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