We are diying, can't you see?
we have a gun on the temple, can't you feel it?
Continue destroying our own mother
she's diying and we keep stabing her
but soon... she will die
the plants won't grow anymore
the water will be toxic
the air unbreatheable
the mothers will eat their childs just 'cause they are starving
all will drink the blood of the deads just 'cause they can't do anything else
the few people left will figth to death for a piece of bread
and soon all life will be over
Earth will be just another rock in the space
I'm looking forward to the end of the world
And there's no hope
Kamui
It's my party and I'll write if I want to.
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Creo que poco he hablado de esto, pero siempre he considerado que mi vida
se divide en dos grandes partes: mi vida pre-internet y mi vida
post-internet (...
Hace 1 mes.