When the world you dwell in disappears in winds of smoke extinction and pollution when you suffer inside the four walls of this absurd and bitter existence and on the ground that becomes hell day by day. Where is the one that hides in heaven who promised relief as you cry with thorns in your head carrying the cross of your life wherever you go. Where is the one whom you believe and the one whom you worship when he abandons you in the cruel way of life over stones, tears and thorns. Where is the mythic god of your religion. His mistakes and his doom. There is no church where you can flee without stopping to live this unavoidable reality that follows you because its written that being human is being a victim of time and maybe an erasable remembrance. In a tombstone over the earth when love is a fancy and where hatred is the vital genetics that inspires us
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 05:34:34 +0000
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