segunda-feira, 12 de novembro de 2007

And they don't cry anymore

Isolation or fear? Just an idea or a perception. Depressed or lonely? Doesn't matter, it's all the same stupid thing, useless ideas in empty heads. Continue to walk on the path of self destruction until the shadow of the sun finds you. Response or denial to the affirmation never told, never asked, never is the existence of the damned. And your pain becomes my pleasure, the source of all my ego, the joy and hope of the self destructing life that I'm leading.
Watch the bodies fly and the cars be turned into one pile of disposable garbage, the black clouds that fill the sky with pollution and hate, destruction or decay, seventh curse of this people's built god, the dead and grey mother Earth. No more smiles in the children's faces, no more summer breeze in the cold hair, painted white by the murder of the ground that you stepping. Rising anger showing the decay in the falling snow, acids that burn the skin but never feeling the pain. Zombies, the population.
Contemplate the rising sun in the horizon, see the scars in the face of your god, the creation of doom that he gave to your hands. And you've kept it safe, destroying this Earth, bringing lies and deceive to the hands and eyes of the children. And they don't cry anymore. They only play with the shadows and madness, you took away their souls, their innocence, their fun, their life's and traded all of it for just one smile, one dead smile on your bitter face.

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