You destroy what was once beautiful, capturing all the space, making it dark, miserable, small cells in yaceremos bowels of confusion. Any signs of life, tortured, eliminated. Deep breath to blow this, sensitive to the gaze of the abyss, the apathetic wearing ashes, the dead earth devours us ... ... Between vengeance meeting today laments the meaning of respect for life, buried under the corpses blowing against time ... victims ... never to return. Fury ocean to explode, too much suffering for the anguished balance, cracks are those who remain, waiting to spill the last drop of the dying sunset ... leaves ... sad ... black trees afternoon battle ... Dams of your world, tiny chips that are moving at the whim of death exterminated .. Like any animal unnecessarily, right time to use ... the ... words ... As ... ... weapons in the heads rotted strident, sad that the gray leaves, black trees, in an afternoon in battle the ongoing war, when the sunset its last tears shed by the victims ... how many lives you have sacrificed for your welfare? How many more have to fight? The war goes on when the sunset its last tears shed by the victims drowned in their own creation of evil ...