Little John's Story Lyrics - Dead Infection

Little John was an infant prodigy. When he was 7 he went to school; his 

knowledge and talent were amazing. From year to year his great mind was 

developing at a rare bat. He passed every single exam perfectly. Some people 

were jealous, the others were ironical. John hated them. They teased him and 

often restored to fisticuffs. One day when he was on the way back home he met 

them in the park. Blown up by vulgar words, kicked and beaten... but that was 

not all. There were toll-bars in his hands. they volleyed stones at him. Two 

stones caught him on his temple, one on his eye. He streamed with blood. His 

eyeball moved backward for a few centimetres. The guilty ones escaped.