cursed and cursing,
the wolrd on its boarders,
seems cold, yet, passive,
all that what you are,
is now part of it,
a voided passanger,
no smile aboard,
no faces of a dice,
nor a fundation, after another,
only a cascabel, a cobra
and their offsprings,
shedding their skins and turning them into canvases,
were its composition is just the restored version of your holes in your soul,
divised
secluded
obscured
only rabbits ina box
consuming dirt as they fuck around,
mercy on my lighty soul,
its been damaged,
crushed
and deteriorated,
nothing more to cause pain,
the devil is alive
frozen into a toad,
accessible on a road to hell,
millions of coins found,
millions saved under construction,
apparently there's a god,
in the other side of the road,
were we wanted it to be there,
for us, when this body falls,
and my will gets it back again,
as long as there is hope,
im gonna rise up.
demented
rebelde
caotico
la venganza seria nunca mas llegar a donde estoy, sino levantarme para levantar cuando llegue a mi destino, el de estar con la familia que nos da calor en momentos de frialdad existencial, donde los jovenes sin tiempo esperan la señal.
seguir luchando mientras se pueda.
dedicado a mi hermanito querido, que ahora, yo en la calle, y el en el manicomio, el suicidio y la vida se juwgan sus turnos.
he muerto un poco,
pero mi corazon es grande.
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