Slime life

 

The big silence of the night

Brings many golden thoughts

After that wake up and fight

Make a battle from those spots

 

Bring the army of yourself

Back in the streets of reality

Take the weapon from the shelf

To fight the death and poverty

 

Circumstances wants you death

But pure life flows like hell

In this inevitable crazy time

 

Calm down and hold your breath

Go back to darkness and sleep well

Circumstances will stop the slime.

publicado por poetazarolho às 22:03 | link do post | comentar