Gun

Between Angels and demons, the Valhalla and the Olympus, live and the death, not every thing is gold not every thing is carbon, the shadows give knowledge and the light have answers maybe is just bullshit an the answer are only action of the humans and the question are making for the same. Lies that are truth and truth that are lies, one promise of love, one promise of hate, one promise of revenge one promise for you my dear, I am just a dead man how have new objectives new desires

All the thinks I have is my pasta and my presente the future is growing in a spectre of posibilities I am not sure of nothing, except of my form of live fight until the sun diapers for me


Love

Hope

Passion

Endless

suffering

Reality

nothing else no more Roses to you