martes, 15 de noviembre de 2011


The sickness of this worlds is destroying all the dreams
The fools are kings, tearingapart the soul
The race for complication communicate reaction
The lack of heart of men, Igrow distant from the core

Borrow this body for a lifetime, earthly material
My soul unraveled out of mental
The shell returns to dust

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