It takes a sadistic god to make the world go round.
that there is no scruples, a god who tells them that the wounds of attorney to turn.
convincing us to rationalize the heart, to give up hope, that no matter how, just as I survive the end called taunting words.
Generations of love sacrificed from the impositions of morality. A true god this
not allow it.
And each puppet is in his own way, shaped and steered by the principles and virtues leave the dead of starvation, as soldiers in its path.
" Death will come and will have your eyes
this death that accompanies us
from morning till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice.
Your eyes will be a vain word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see them every morning
up when you gaze alone
in the mirror. O dear hope,
that day we too will know
that are the life and nothingness
For all death has a look.
Death will come and will have your eyes.
will be like giving up a vice,
like to see in the mirror
resurface a dead face,
like listening to closed lips.
go down into the silent abyss. "
will last and there will always
and torment will last forever
If I can not change
will not change anything ever
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