Oh, my Lord, speake to me
Under the
black nights
Under the grays circunstances
Under the
inevitable psycho desorder
When the people of world don’t
survive under their primitive instincts…
Reptilicous,
insects, aunts of forest, gain the compreension about them,
please!
A love, another page, another line, maybe, it’s
true: a love possible.
But only for few gentlemen, and
wifes devotees, and a good families…
Abandon, remember,
still there are one choice, the bad behaviors and the evil
ways.
Sometime, we don’t have any hope anymore about the
life
And, in this moments the perfection isn’t possible, never
are possível for this ways…
Redemption is the
secret of humor stablishment, stable life is possible,
comrades,
Because the iron flowers in the heart is impossible,
and don’t work well, never!
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