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Under the sky the color of lead ,
With the smell of rotten plastic
Lies , barely breathing ,
My soul

Sweat , try to lie
To justify itself
In order for everyone to be deity ,
with a smile, entering into every house .
Complain about good ,
Melting soldiers
In which he played 20 years ago
Wash every day is not the visible face of
Not sharing where the hell and paradise where

I am your soldier that
He left a burn on the child's hand.
Mark . Scar.