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 downMeow
The world let's us go downMeow
the World let's us go downMeow
Absence of every law when there are laws
Because nothing is forbidden if there are no laws
Science and religion fight to unify chaos
But maybe every union, every illusion
Is that the world exists or not
They are different hypotheses
Who can be exclusive if we talk about certainties?
In reality science is always complicated
Because even it knows how to deal with chaos
But it is quite experienced and so it oscillates
Like a funnel, like a string
Even it seems crazy
Freed, yes, because maybe it is our freedom
It is not ours but it supports us
Without being understood by rationality
In any case today there is no more the creator
Like him the apparent evidences
Like the unity of creation
The unity of people
Maybe it may seem abstract
But the reason why it reigns in opinion
Because it is an excellent narcotic
To forget a world that from the collapse of idols
Reveals itself chaotic
Fearing the true thought that is unstable
That is the philosophy that comes out and enters into the unthinkable chaos
Unpenetrable
Like madness that can teach us
So much as to take them away
For this there is no need
To define everything
Everything remains a problem
The problem is a chaos
Over indefinable
With univocal formulas
For which a term reminds us
That it is exterminable
In an endless way
It is said that it falls to the world
When there is a big problem
In reality it is not about the world
But about the association
With pluralization
Heraclitus against Heraclitus
That burns with his fire
Logos up to self combustion
A bit like from the songs
We deepen in passions
In addition to your associations
In the cosmos that resounds
In the cosmos that resounds
In the cosmos that resounds
In the cosmos that resounds
That burns in the cosmos that resounds
aaaah, you are American
I knew I should find you
Do you want to kill me
You wanted to kill Elena Marcos
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.