Hello humans
your world is empty,
your life heaves a taste of death,
The death heave taste of rotten.
The rotten is of mob of world,
is of peoples or my,
I don’t, my mind is strong,
My soul is strong,
Who am I? Who is my mind or my soul?
The rotten flesh stinks and hides the world
With the whisper of death.
Where are my worlds of fantasy?
Good bye humans, a new age was born,
The age of immortals, the age of treasure and of treason,
Good bye humans is time of … ,
Kiss of angels and deads.
Flávio Luiz
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