اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine.
Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot.
Trust ripping away, dying.
Your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to
your palate of doubt.
A remnant of what was, once left, a relic you pissed
it away.
Your breed is weak, a thing so weak.
Mutual downslide into
mediocrity, you knew better but you pissed it all away. Weak.
