The flowers will not grow in here when their roots are devoured by masters. One coffin for every child’s personality. Diversity buried deep under the soil. To break their fucking will, to blind their minds in the rooms of the institutions. Another threat, another forced competition in a world full of deathtraps. The end result of those in power and the fatal gutlessness and weakness of humanity. We will fate and we will fall. Zero, zero and zero. It’s sink or swim.