Teksty: Agathocles. Failure?.

Anger, hate, pain, life?
why must I - suffer?

Lost all vital essence to fight,
as I stare into the void,
I cling to a fading thought,
of what was once my life,

Socially - rejected,
economically - unwanted
bueraucratically - erased,
the scorn of - humanity

Failure?
Who am I?