He'll be invisible God of the deadly
And spit on your side
Beyond their websites
Since the vast confines
Child
flew his flight fell on his ass in the mud A few meters Creek
Without understanding his destiny
wandered through the mist dark paths or roads
Ni Ni
lights from above
Dressed in rags, her body in garbage
Found In
imaginary coat punished real winds eased
extreme anger of his bowels empty
With the unknown
pastiches removed from their gums
At the end of a course
After traveling a thousand neighborhoods
The moles moved with his motley
City Awnings
Multitudes busy shining
Machinery fabulous rush in the city embraced
shouted unknown history have found
He thanked
The end for bad
The Wrong innocence of the child on the street believe that
Christian vulgar
From the top you see the valley
Y on the absolute vortex
's Corner assimilated more sensitive
condemnation of seeing and being invisible
Sunk in the recesses of the fabulous city garbage invisible
As humanity rests
Media
and spent winters in their eagerness
And they succeed
tanned leather and emptied the mind
The child crossed the street
With expertise and aims ignorant wobble
While
A bag with poison
The persistent drizzle frosting without
I feel it takes a few rags
filthy nap To wrap a bun
ago with his rag
To cover wind and hand stretched thin
Begging for their livelihood
Caen coins in the palm
Seeking inadvertently
A shelter for the soul
A mother in the storm
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