Gabriel Puyo       26/06/2009 10:56

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Lost and forever

Proverbs of a fake lifetime... Are the skies your honorable shelter? Did you ever believe in something? There, weatherbeaten by lacks of worthy battles... defeated and despotic at the same time... Grasped to smokes... surrounded by decomposition... the ending is just the most precious beginning... but not for you... not for you... How can be daring when you bet everything on self-destruction? Made of a sinister compulsion to slavery, there is nothing left to ascend to the stars... your way is downwards... your condemnation is set... no rest for the wicked... no dreams for the living anecdotes... no grace for the tyranny... The chosen ones becoming nothingness... in trivial quarrels of ignorance and self-righteousness... Possessions all around... ownerships... to justify decays of light... Anger for shallow vessels... Where are the principles? Where are the values? Where is the moral? Why nobody cares about the ones who died for us? How is it possible so much emptiness and tragedy? How could we end up like this? Lost souls... borne to reflect... to reason... to develop... to be deserving... with the vocation to want to be lost... Lost and ruined... lost and forever hopeless... just forever dust in the desert...

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Name E-Mail Subject Web Link to an image E-mail notify on replies. Message >Proverbs of a fake lifetime... Are the skies your honorable shelter? Did you ever believe in something? There, weatherbeaten by lacks of worthy battles... defeated and despotic at the same time... > >Grasped to smokes... surrounded by decomposition... the ending is just the most precious beginning... but not for you... not for you... > >How can be daring when you bet everything on self-destruction? >Made of a sinister compulsion to slavery, there is nothing left to ascend to the stars... your way is downwards... your condemnation is set... no rest for the wicked... no dreams for the living anecdotes... no grace for the tyranny... > >The chosen ones becoming nothingness... in trivial quarrels of ignorance and self-righteousness... > >Possessions all around... ownerships... to justify decays of light... >Anger for shallow vessels... >Where are the principles? >Where are the values? >Where is the moral? >Why nobody cares about the ones who died for us? >How is it possible so much emptiness and tragedy? >How could we end up like this? > >Lost souls... borne to reflect... to reason... to develop... to be deserving... >with the vocation to want to be lost... > >Lost and ruined... lost and forever hopeless... just forever dust in the desert...      View my just inserted message.