Every mother
to cry
someone is full of hidden tear hypocritical reality
already looking for the death of someone
and if it looks on you?
I see the sun as each pass in silence
admires the seemingly omnipresent longing zdradzieckiego troupe
absurd spit angel on the dismal shadows
full of blood between the reality of trust in a lie delusion rose a shadow dance
Imagine that rejected his loneliness loses especially as the end of the fall
idię
lethal as the blood storm tempting illusion of trust in a lie like a cross, the penalty
Recent purification of variation admires her
hidden on the end looks a shadow of fear rejected
often hidden night looking for the past
waiting for a red wolf penalty for failure
crime carnage goes!