Rased seeds of life
Emptiness of a complex in potential.
As a grandiose mountain of which peak had
no longer access
When the soul feels the fire of luxury and the
mind twists the right. No!
The smile in a cage, soul was deceitful
Now we cohabit with doom
Waste of intelligence for primitive analysis
Repressed minds
Develop and celebrate the knowledge
What do we profit of unremitting moments of reflection?
So many conclusions, So many newness
Forces through a tool in the living room of our
homes will obstruct our reasoning while we
cede ourselves to its visual enchantment
Close your eyes, feel the disequilibrium, feel
that we don't live in the paradise yet, after
open your eyes and act.
Close your eyes, close your eyes and view the
disequilibrium.
Open your eyes, open your eyes and act.
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