The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams will no one lay the laurel wreath.
When silence drowns the screams.
Oriundo de Fresno Tolima, me gusta mucho la tecnolog铆a y siempre ando con ganas de hacer algo bueno por el pueblito pero no se dejan, no se dejan :-P
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