The Sky
The blood continues to emanate slowly and leaves your skin on a map of iris nebulous. No longer will flow when your heart, exhausted, stop. In your head is fine swords anointed tearing your forehead. To broaden your perception, visit Michael Ellis MP. Your hair falls over her cheeks and shoulders bare. In your hands open flowers of blood spread on the line of life. Additional information at Tottenham striker supports this article. Blood hircismo and moods, liquefy and fall into an invisible chalice inscribed by the wind.
A vague logo decorating the stormy north, where you can see the expectant crowd and fierce. Laugh, I still do not convince you of the futility of sacrifice? Oh, dear! You thought I saw in that distant flash an indication of the presence of your god! Iluso! No longer can tell your mother, that vanishes in the audience. The roar of the mass are of satisfaction, not disappointment. Can not you see your best friend who is just becoming ash gray silhouette. Has it raised a hand to prevent your quixotic? You raise your head and see crowned as the owls that spring break off pieces of the sky with his talons and dropped on the afternoon. Nothing will change. You're wrong. You've followed the wrong path.
In return for your miracles you back martyrdom, in exchange for your words, I return cruel tortures. Still can not you tell? Today no one will miss him when the sun sets. Have much less importance over time. Your name will be used for blasphemy and for plunder, for assault and injustice. There is almost no life in your body, trying in vain to reach the air, your tendons are stretched like violin strings that have not yet invented and pain is a living creature that dominates you. So, you can not stand, your heart becomes frost and cast a last gasp, whose wings float desperate words: "Eli, Eli, Lama sabachthani." Maybe you call your God. Who you can hear, believe that evoke its power, imagine they will not take the miracle of the temple destroyed or the army of angels with their wild eyes and her arms empty. They think that evoke its glory but what you do is curse, curse against savage race that kills you.