Do We Speak A Dead Language

Birth to this emptiness conception inlovelessness. Spiritless hands show no caress. There was no embrace from tearstained faces. Environment bottomless compassion was motionless. Weary eyes will only see the depths of captivity here in this perpetual

What's up! death on this kid who belives the mic, blood on the soul so what that inside be like, a cross carrier with Journeys upon self i, efforts to ashes and hands to the skym child of light! child of light! make solid the climb and Let's see some