Death Is the Only Opportunity All Souls Share Equally

Why life has to suffer these innumerable pain to Herculean death, the Market of souls prestigious concise with crystal cry, ambiances where People glorify which guarantee not any soul to solve it galaxies of answers. The sweetness of life is light flash with strong pulses not to be trusted to truth of defiant men and women in this skeletal world the denial of love Among families shaded ink drop. Dozens of lives have been drank like imagination in these senseless wars Engulf the world, the shape of the night with sleepless mums wallowing in Their worlds full of imagination and despicable memories to the loss of their beloved heroes. The alphabetical they taught their kids full of funneled despotic hands Suggesting who will stretch through the night for answers that haven't Colored it base of realization, since nails are the only options they have And will have all the time to the time being.