VOORTREKKER PRISON

Voortrekker You dingy bastard Prodigal son Found on the belly of Laudium Your swarthy heart Devours my conscience Slowly but surely Voortrekker,tou are a cloud of despair Meekly,i listen to whatever you say Because you said you will rehabilitate me Correct my wrongs to right Sadly you have not done much Than lock me in a cage Voortrekker The contours of your body Are a rough end A jaggad edge Noncholanlty eating my soul