Lefortovo Prison

Lefortovo prison
has been the death of me
because at Lefortovo prison
they are as cruel as cruel can be.
At Lefortovo prison
I passed you in the hall
but you couldn’t see me
with your face pushed to the wall.
In lefortovo prison
there is a quiet room
where there are no distractions
to give cadence to my gloom.
at lefortovo prison
in my windowless damp cell
I wonder if dark satan
has designed this living hell.
Lefortovo prison
has been the death of me
because at Lefortovo prison
they are as cruel as cruel can be.
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