8 acessos
brinded my hands and feet.
suforcated my througts and blockaded
my hopes,I feel as I´m a scum
desintegrating for death
Eternal suffering,don´t want laments of
the treacherous brother.
I implore simply for my existence in
this labyrinth of agony,were I hear shouts
imploring for liberty,
waiting to sharewith all the strong and weak.
the scumthat is given for us.
oh demon,why this inadequaly?
ho my god,aong humans who is the ower of the thruth?
My hopes desintegrate in this lost paradise.
Burn the scum that I´am,free from obstruction my black
througts and carry eith you my pain.
I´mvomiting my scum.oh my god
I´m alive.who is the owner of the truth?