Misery
The Blockheads
Strange shapes of misery Haunt every street, This world has no meaning. All that is gained is put in the circle Of endless violence. Typhus and Plague Crawl at the doors of the North, While North is watching T.V.
Strange shapes of misery Haunt every street, This world has no meaning. All that is gained is put in the circle Of endless violence. Typhus and Plague Crawl at the doors of the North, While North is watching T.V.