σημερα παραρτημα απτις 8 λεει η αφισα
ειδα αλλες 5 μπαντες στην αφισα κ μεπιασε η ψυχη μου ποτε θα τελειωσει το λαιβ αλλα δεν πειραζει
χασμα ρε
σημερα παραρτημα απτις 8 λεει η αφισα
ειδα αλλες 5 μπαντες στην αφισα κ μεπιασε η ψυχη μου ποτε θα τελειωσει το λαιβ αλλα δεν πειραζει
χασμα ρε
Poverty, depression, power and despair Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return by a world not crafted by hands of our own yet still we march in step to the cadence of its irregular beatThe damage has been done- irreparable and all-encompassingNature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess Worlds become obsolete like ideas and they won’t have to burn the booksWHEN NOONE READS THEM ANYWAY!
Θα περάσουμε μια βόλτα. Γαμήθηκε ο Δίας και έχασα και το 5ήμερο που έγινε. Γαμάτα θα ναι.
...when worms are granted wings, angels have to crawl...
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, this fight is not a choice but a calling. Yet sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness.