Down the drain,
Every effort made.
A boulder carved and perfected by a god itself,
Made for selfish and greedy men to carry,
On broken backs and broken knees,
The way back home has never felt this antagonizing,
He carries on, with an unbearable weight pushing him to his grave,
And when his heart gives in,
Well I might just know,
Just another death toll,
Another number, another rate,
Hatred in every breath,
Agony in every step.
Condemned tragedy on stage.
Despair is shouted with every inhale of suffocation,
And he dies, exhale.
