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



Beautifuck! world

Of fading colors

Violent awakening

Dim visions of another life

The only luxury

They are allowed

A beutifuck! 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.