The weight of the world can crush children.
Can wipe a million smiles off young faces.
Lighting up the smile of cold blooded men,
as vile as crocadiles.
Hurting inside the young transform in their own pain, bitter adolescents search for someone to blame.
When the mind´s a dormant factory and the heart´s a busy abbatoir.
Ugliness consumes the ghostly thoughts left to haunt.
Personalities cheaply spent, proud shoulders and abusive tongue, three months unpaid rent.
If the child is crushed, and god finds where your at;
The descent into oblivion will be as excrutiating as a lunchtime paddle in a crocadile´s lagoon.
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