Sunday, September 16, 2012



Time to bring us wisdom
Prevents the collapse of hope
But when life moves on empty
What really drives me still in pain
Only storm and gale
Absent from my chest temperance
The feel of this fierce revenge
That not every new; life was lost,
I realize every dream be useless
And as much as I am opposed to
By Thug ghost illusion
And dead long before I see nothing,
And when some light still desire
The chest more silent cries: no!


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