The war of our lives.
- LETTURE 18
- Voti 2
- Parti 1
The fights,
The bites.
The bleeding veins,
And the ruining brains.
We are the fighting dogs,
We ain't got time for cocks.
They make us suffer,
To make our brains clutter.
This is what we live for,
Our life is just a whole big war.
We can't be normak anymore.
This is our lives.
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