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...