Another killed saturday

Alas!
Here I am, at the end of another saturday, another one that'll go to the line, waiting to be shot and killed, another one, another one...too many of them have passed away...and I'm wasting my life here, working, for the devil itself.

This Autumn I will be free, I shall soar to the skies, like the Raven does, to the country of the Rising Sun.

Hopes for a better future melts as the presents drifts back and I open my eyes, to see

this rotting place.