In Harvest When Dead Leaves Fall It's Like My Second Spring Mind I'M Wondering. I'm Asking Myself Could There Any Correction Of Lifes Fooling
Or Should I Ask Heaven For Season Or Should I Ask Hell How To Fight Against Against This Sickness Against This Virus Of Making
Every Day Is A New Fucking Challenge To Keep My Fucking control Every Year Is A Nwe Fucking Cycle To Accept Lifes Law And Bottling Fury And Rage And Channeling Hate And Pain To My Next One. To My Wife To My Childs And To Myself
In Spring When The Sun Bright Shines It's Like My Second Harvest In Heart I'm Wondering. I'm Asking Myself Should There Any Correction On The Dead Ones Leeriness
Am I Insane Am I A Real Man Or Am I Between Between And Fiction Between My Mind And Heart Between Life An Dead
So Mabye You (?) Should Kill All Maybe This Would Be Your (?) Self Therapy Maybe The Only Solution Would Be A Total (Suicide) Holocaust Maybe I (!) Should Kill You All Maybe This Would Be my (!) Self Therapy Maybe The Only Conclusion Woulde Be To Impose The Drape Of Dead Above All.