Corpses and moans stuffed in fourasphyxiating wall shouting withoutbeing listened to; pleading for fresh air.The eyes of their freedom only can seerusty chains. In their fleshes there arepus and infections. Locked up and hit-the rats begin to devour their fleshes.Dirtiness begins to dry out theircorpses covering them withrepugnance. Their injuries are fiiled bymud, their minds are flooded withpanic. Light doesn't exist to them, justthe isolation and dirtiness. Asphyxiatedvictims by the claustrophobia, pleadingfor their freedom. Asphyxiated victimsby the claustrophobia. I hate thisfucking reality.I feel devoured by Worms of hateI don't want to see more torture!I don't want more insanity and shouts.My mind will exploit in desperation.Really I hate this bastard worldAsphyxiated victims by theclaustrophobia, pleading for theirfreedom. Intensive pain,claustrophobia, mud, rats and chains.Isolation, shouts, fear, insanity, asphyx.Shouting without being listened to;pleading for fresh air.
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