But the sky is more and more dots
But the sky is growing in suspension
But the sky is increasingly fogliforme
But the sky is always more despondent
But the sky is increasingly in the street of extinction
But the sky is increasingly on
But the sky is becoming increasingly brand
But what the fuck is costing us the sky?!
Perhaps, the gravedigger's work is more profitable and sensible
If the dead were not buried but left to rot in air, spreading of diseases and plagues and human race will become extinct in no time
The undertaker preserve the human race
The undertaker Undertaker is the Saviour God
Day of the Dead
We remember them, but why? From
fuck everyone knows that does not give a fuck the dead to be remembered
Ne 'us to remember too
Or we want to keep them alive
Or too we need to keep us alive
Or too would like to be with them
O for them
Who is already dead and still does not know who
is too alive and had better die
Who does not realize it 'to be alive it' to be dead
Who judges the judges who live by the living dead
alive
Who judges the dead alive
Who does not judge the living dead because their souls to peace
Who cares who live and dead
as a matter of life or death
more unpleasant the more unpleasant life or death?
It is so attached to this life because it is believed to be the only one that ever will.
I do not think so. I am left with the doubt but I do not make an existential question
flies suicide on Highway
Let's talk about the memories are alive and not dead flies
Stupid flies
