DOUBTS ABOUT GOD

Repairs the machines, so, maybe only remember things about oils
Or not, consonants ways of my destiny
When the concrete word don’t dream under the Persian conflagration
Or the possible contrast of convenience and clean disorders
Or the fact where the maintenance of the soldiers or true
Maybe on your relief reflex or your changes
Storming Mondays can be a another possibilities, when the opposite rain
Start on the first hour of the day, when arrive the false illusion
Because the dangerous way it’s sometimes, that armies and forces
Still try the misery of scope on the true or false cinema
Or in the insight of language or script of programming of intelligence agency
Within the cowards manners subscripted above the reason of the history of brutality
Or the final cut over the factory or another wars, when the agents of failure ways
Can not solve anymore the government that consolidation of a neo human race…