Against the second chance,
Weapons gain memories
And blame the years and the ears
For have no excuses,
No excuses to continuity.
Deep, this stantion grows,
So many runners for just one road
The body always under construction
Expel the skin’s farmers,
Expel who travel inside the blood trees.
Give him, awards for the falling dances.
Give me, the engineering of the immobilized rock.
I cannot ever be your home and
He cannot ever give me your sand.
Some castles constantly need
The threat of the sea to be filled.
This is the promess of freedom
who lives in all destruction fabuly.
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