The Christ taken has a flavor.
I jump into pieces to ignore
The pipe that is, a world that I forgot.
Because the soul allows it.
How nice it is to fail.
Illuminated flesh
The tares of language
Everything that I already saw
It is no longer, or will be
How nice it is to fail.
It escapes
Without leaving traces
Without a light in the darkness
She poisons those she loves
But she caresses everything.
How nice it is to fail.
She caresses all evil
br/>A revenge of calm.
Life of swimming so much to die on the shore.
How nice it is to fail.