Eleven years old
Labor, prostitution
In this world

Of endless disgust

Deep wounds

Carved on their souls
A cross weighing tons
They have to bare


Beauti$#&@! world
Of fading colors

Violent awakening
Dim visions of another life
The only luxury

They are allowed
A beuti$#&@! world
Of fading colors


Manlike beasts
Usurpation, prostitution

Sloth, lust
Their kind of utopia
A choking brain

Shame and guilt
Today foreseen to be
Worse than yesterday


Innocent souls their fires burn
For whom shame and guilt are life

Innocent souls their fires burn
To living hell their lives are turned


Life - like violence.