This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental andhésonal.God is dead. We are witnessing the death of the world.Indeed plas against butru. A battle we have not had much time for.They first thought of a prediction world.The second prepared the world which exceeded all aspects.Their former limit was to believe in a mandatory world.Am I the one wholy need to win against the opponent?But this is the ultimate. The world let's us go downMeowThe world let's us go downMeowthe World let's us go downMeowAbsence of every law when there are lawsBecause nothing is forbidden if there are no lawsScience and religion fight to unify chaosBut maybe every union, every illusionIs that the world exists or notThey are different hypothesesWho can be exclusive if we talk about certainties?In reality science is always complicatedBecause even it knows how to deal with chaosBut it is quite experienced and so it oscillatesLike a funnel, like a stringEven it seems crazyFreed, yes, because maybe it is our freedomIt is not ours but it supports usWithout being understood by rationalityIn any case today there is no more the creatorLike him the apparent evidencesLike the unity of creationThe unity of peopleMaybe it may seem abstractBut the reason why it reigns in opinionBecause it is an excellent narcoticTo forget a world that from the collapse of idolsReveals itself chaoticFearing the true thought that is unstableThat is the philosophy that comes out and enters into the unthinkable chaosUnpenetrableLike madness that can teach usSo much as to take them awayFor this there is no needTo define everythingEverything remains a problemThe problem is a chaosOver indefinableWith univocal formulasFor which a term reminds usThat it is exterminableIn an endless wayIt is said that it falls to the worldWhen there is a big problemIn reality it is not about the worldBut about the associationWith pluralizationHeraclitus against HeraclitusThat burns with his fireLogos up to self combustionA bit like from the songsWe deepen in passionsIn addition to your associationsIn the cosmos that resoundsIn the cosmos that resoundsIn the cosmos that resoundsIn the cosmos that resoundsThat burns in the cosmos that resoundsaaaah, you are AmericanI knew I should find youDo you want to kill meYou wanted to kill Elena MarcosWe'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.