Is curious, the life the more empty, more weighs
I do not believe in hell after the death, because I already am in the hell.
The torment of my daily life, all around me has collapsed again.
I condemn me to suffer, my only destiny, is one of misery.
I do not believe in a savior of all of us, not to have swum in me for to be saved.
The life does not maintain the promise of a better day, happiness is just a distant memory, a dark dream.
The death would be a blessing, because the life is apparently a curse in my soul.
I me effort to pay my penitence in a crime of the one that I do not know, this is what I know, because I always live for see the next day.
And I expect my future without an expression, a full heart of anger.
I will not go al hell, when I dwells me, because I already am in hell.
The torment of my daily life, all around me has collapsed again.
I condemn me to suffer, my only destiny, is one of misery.
I do not believe in a savior of all of us, not to have swum in me for to be saved.
The life does not maintain the promise of a better day, happiness is just a distant memory, a dark dream.
The death would be a blessing, because the life is apparently a curse in my soul.
I me effort to pay my penitence in a crime of the one that I do not know, this is what I know, because I always live for see the next day.
And I expect my future without an expression, a full heart of anger.
I will not go al hell, when I dwells me, because I already am in hell.
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