Motto : Did you know it before you’ve opened your eyes and looked around.Where?There?Shall I?
We do all negotiate policies of hunger, these days, might be so mean, who were they??!!Tricks may say to all.The unleashed FORMICARIUM ate the great suga-bones, jumped on war machines and gratified those burnt hearts…..The bloody line of death bloosomed vermins to terrify its disciples.This is the prophecy said the crow, it weeped for so long to perceive the dusty remebrance of golden distruction, purged a cavern called body as if the world wears stigmata on the age of egotism.
It feels like hunger.Nor expanded meanings for all those infatuated matters.It shouts at deaf ears: I am hungered.Although words hungered to be heard.Time’s speachless minutes passed so silent and rageous.The hours came along to disgrace mankind for good.Where is beauty??Memoirs of silence were written on dirty face of everyday’s life, on people’s faceless wishes and smoked dreams.Someone could make infinite laments to numbless requiered lashes, sleepless nights, though have you thought of all, did you??I dared to believe , not now, not ever.
Your exquisite squeeze of dust, that’s all. The black crow’s curved skies are ravishing from glass-boned to nowhere, continuously revealing the same muddy chorus.Words might have the power to conceal fear, to convey the cutting edge of life’s ??!!
Shined once and for all the brick at golden dawn, the fake prophecies sold out and labeled by fear.It remained to fear by crushing your bones, scratching your laughs it hurts to see for all. It extorts from despair, do you??Should be gone by now, it might be whisled and taciturn.
Did they have to send biophonic transmissions for free guided torture??!!How could they when all stands to explode in front of all.Clean up the boards of shame , someone would erase debauchery, threachery, deceit…..A trial was triggered against LIFE.