Is it ugly to be young, to not know what is right, and what is wrong, they tell you about freedom, a great land, you can do what you want, then you step over the line, and you’re cast to the abyss, bound in chains, you've been marked, you'll never be the same again, who knew, that all your desires, heaven to a worm, was gross, sick and deprived, will we grow with age, so many wounds, will we heal from them, or are we doomed, to be reborn, become children again, to be fucked by our father, again and again, is it raining, will grace save us, and will a flood wash us away, it is spring, life comes for all of us, music is playing, we must all participate, in this dreadful game.

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