BY: Elisabeth Kaufmann
Lying on the narrow bench
filled with desire for revenge
from time to time i muttered "pigs"
I wish I had the power to burn down the police station
I wanted to torture the one who treated us badly
Trying to find a way to lie so that the wood would heart me least
As I reconciled myself to dying of leprosy being locked up with hungry poisonous rats
filled with desire for revenge
from time to time i muttered "pigs"
I wish I had the power to burn down the police station
I wanted to torture the one who treated us badly
Trying to find a way to lie so that the wood would heart me least
As I reconciled myself to dying of leprosy being locked up with hungry poisonous rats