Here So Many Slaves, ljóð frá 3. júlí 2025.

How the mighty have their way,

here so many slaves,

glitter in their graves,

guests and aliens in the day.

 

Feel good? - Further down?

For the masters, teaching right!

Like a woman in his manly meat,

must I follow? - Can't I do it better?

Going through the warzone wetter,

wounded every night.

How in Hell she craves,

here so many slaves!

Even her must freak out, frown!

Fetters made of lust!

All is evil rust!

ever give me what I need?

 

Oceans full of tears and tried,

tell me if you can,

only bust and ban,

bigger fish and moron lied.

 

Famous only for what's wrong,

feel the burden, creed,

if that's only need,

is the lost man really strong?

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