Solo Habrá Paz(gospel classic)

Sparkle Of Fade

It's based on the process of murder someone before and after the fact, but it's applying to many other situations where it's hard to assume the reality

Grinding

Your kisses made me feel but touched me with a seal
No harm on the outside, inside of me I've a Burden

How strongly I believe, that for a while I used to be.

The strains of the event that grilled the shadows of your facade.

Maintained an iron fortress I tried to fucking kill me 
Inside of these walls which I never could get out of

These memories don't Fade, they lead me to the grief, I hoarse, bleed, and I will quit a simulated curse indeed

I live nowadays with panic in my Heart and a huge rage in my insides
Uncapability to act When I needed It the most
My body just kept parallyzed 
By the time It all'd been told


5. caress

Where goes a thought
When it's left behind?
I forgot so much,
That It made me insensitive
Upon Such situations as
The more I fill my anger,
The more I neglect.
It fucks me up how this stays still,
And I can't do more, It overwhelms me
It lets me out of strength 
I'd rather control It

Of what I remind
And what I don't,
But all I remain is exactly 
The memories that hurted me the most-

And maybe that's what made of me
A stronger man, that I am today
Everything harms, but time heals

Yet the stitches last to remind you, all you've been Up to
or won't repeat It, that's my thought//
Seems like they want you, to choose a side
But if you take no choice
They pile you Up with the worst, due to their Guess
They acuse you of something you know you're not 

4. Defy

Truth beyond the fake news
The envy of the mask

The tireness for keep on moving 
Upon scenes that are exposed as set ups
Made to twist your mind, and your beliefs,
Making the way to a new disorder, that it's been already seen, it's not working.
Your rolling act for empathy, the message never came to us in the way you maybe thought It was right.

Failling back in outrageous lands,
Untold messages that never got out
The depiction of senseless faith 
A new born kingdom Rising in crowds



11. Untold messages

9. missed calls under my suicide

I'm weaving a thought, that possibly breaks out the scorch

Those so called effordable they want you with their choosed structures 

Them make you feel like you're the Burden instead of the truck

You put away after the punish comes but no one get punished

Am I a mislead screech heard in the bottom from a lost to death field

 where the soldiers and the fences are tored down
Because ain't no law to keep

Faith that's non rooted in the fear, It ain't rooted in the absolute.

Inalienability upon freedom of being, 
a norm never has been accomplished.

Whores and snitches they've based the whole truth in the fancies and extortions

I'm not meaning to offense, I'll make no reference to any other job, that deceives, despises, grieves,

Once eased the pain, the suffering never ends 
It makes part for a reminding: "You'll suffer for the right of being free"
Suddenly your Life Will turn Up into a mashed up of tored down pieces,
The satirical Hug, of the lies we've been living, just weaving a thought 




Lo que no quiere la sociedad es crear personas con un intelecto y un razonamiento de la estructura extraordinario. Asociales escabrosos, inadaptados, que tenderían a entrar en conflicto con el mundo y, quizá, hacer sus vidas más difíciles.

La fé que no está enraizada en el miedo, no está enraizada en el absoluto.

su inalienabilidad ante su libertad de ser, esta ley nunca se ha cumplido íntegramente.

10. Weaving a thought

As often so voiceless
We got a word to spread
With significance, we can't think 
With clearness

high clases defy our challenges
And yet we never get what we'd 
Deserve, neither better or worst.

Amazing to see us demanding to live,
As if It were another luxury in Life,
And now also demand where to die,
Living is a privilege that as humans,
We can no longer afford,
And dying neither.

Hilarious how we fix the mess of the high class,
We, the poorest are the wrech,
Powerless, stupids, fuck!

Uncapable of react
Throwing words,
But we don't act,
Only a few taking action
But a bunch are fucking twats
On the Edge we are losing ourselves
All of the wars Will reach to us 
Time runs, It gives us no chance, 
These are the disturbing times
With no escape, and no place to hide.




7. disturbing

There'll be always a time in Life,
When you might find surrounded by sadness
And so much effort, that you'll feel injured
By dejection, 
And finding out there ain't more than rejection

There's no way out to this mean life's lie 
Everything always has been connected
To a torn fate that we see repeatin' in loop
(And again...)

When we believe it's over,
Then come new Blood and repeat It all over

The same mistake made flesh
How useless, we make part on this

But When our corpse is cold to death
They'll find a glimpse inside our sores

We gloat ourselves at our worst,
Our wins are better than our faults,
If we could twist this last sentence,
We'd learn from this
(And still yearn our bruise)
We'll live taking chains within
Until our failed back clears
Yet with the scars, bruises, scars
Our path is ours, and rush is just a brief.

I'll recover the single pieces of what was left from me, and I'd die for the huge inheritated pain to grieve//

I hurt myself for a thousand times
I learned from my mistake for a while

And I forget, don't regret 
That I was dead, I was healed

But When our corpse is cold to death,
They'll find a glimpse inside our sores 
The blame It won't be put on them
We forget, but did not solve///


6. cold

I see the pureness in a solitude
Compulsion, It ain't an option
The influence makes us all slick
By the social thought of fulfillment 

Surrounded,
Invaded, 
By the emptiness
Lack of sense,
No emotions,
Neither personality

I hate the way we took-

Your love was never pure,
If brings back repression and punishment
Whom Who fought for being,
Living with everything that we thought It was worth dying for-

If I'd love my enemies,
They wouldn't get to me,
I've been trusted.
My wilderness showed 
How nothing has come.
All the hatred that was thrown,
It was misdirected.
Now you call me bastard,
Where actions contradict your words.

As the past talked-

Now we see the truth,
Your fate is ticked off
Surrounded,
Invaded by the emptiness 
(a Cry for the Richness)
Your selfishness stabbed you in the leg

A few step away
You Lost every chance
(To unmend your statement)


2. Cry for the Richness

3. clock knocked out

A thought that can no longer be ignored,
Ignominy can't be accepted 

If your decissions are all mistaken
They won't be put in corrected 

My faults are mine, I assume them 

I won't tolerate an ignorant's thought 
As a valid one
For contrary It would be created a mass 
Of individuals as retrogrades as religious, fascists,
And some other communes not based on fundamentals for creating a common existence.
I recall this statement again:

I'm a misanthrope but not a dick!

We play pretend we're strong as we march thru the masses, but in our loneliness our shames are exposed, all of our weakness and yet deny this fault.
There's no protection on civil rights,
There's no hope on the Future heights,
The length of Life is shortenning again.
You can forget the hate, It may not disapear 
Never from your mind, from your memories,
The bigger the resentment, bigger trauma.

The suffering can be covered in a glass, 
But not fighting It could make It hard,
Reducing the pain with the latest drug It won't solve your inusual, almost fearing past

What can someone tolerate,
 ends Up sinking.
If I assume my imperfections,
Due to the things that others might say,
When I stopped trying to fit in a place 
That isn't, and never was mine.
Being part in a cowards' fold,
Being first on hitting the board,
Say truths that may not comfort,
Taking distance on puppeteers Who enjoy victimyzing themselves,meantime,
They judge you with a purpose.
And yet the times of this Life that made you small 
Don't have to define you in every single inch of your trace.
The danger is somethin' you'll have to live with,
But When you get used to It 
You'll live laughing with the inusual almost fear that you'll breath.

Once in a Life you feel betrayed, and you sense that is the hard part of your day,
Your Burden, but murdering someone,killing with lies isn't as different as you think.
This is the inusual, almost fear that I breath- 





8. Inusual, almost, fear


Fear lead us to you, the abandon forces to crawl back to It,
The unknown, your advantages
Cajoling a whole bunch of listless was your Will
Blood shed with no rest, to refill the rich
Messages of peace amidst the poverty,

Letting the wrech unprotected ,
You all had this planned, but blaming us like failling servants.
Making US the voiceless

It won't take much long till the blue river turns to red , answering the cause, the strike was inminent,
Weak were the highest class, 
But entombed us with words of hope disguised in dress made out of the third class, you disgust me but the phonies Will adore you, they follow you to death, getting to the point of raping, killing, commiting necrophile to anyone Who disagree with em'

Taking control in our lives
Making death your amuse
This Life It has no use.


1. voiceless

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