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Always is the same

Everything dies

And I cannot follow

If some one is dead

I feel the shame to survive.



The life is made

For the dead

When Ill   fall

For sure you are thinking

Of what to do

In this uncertain future.



But you have to face

This kind of life

Makes you another one



Before you are born

Soon you are dead

And it s to late now



Useless to try

The doors are locked

You cannot leave this place.



Voices from the storms

Turns black my soul

Bite the apple and burn

In hell for all your sins

That’s  the guilt that

God have sent.