Osakis

The hours, the clock clicking, the seconds of expectatios and looking, contemplation, or higher purposes, neglecting self and resisting the oposition and disrespect from others, so with this bolox idea of comunity welfare you can loose your dignity it's nice for there polls, so aware sseldomly, tricked, fooled ... more than truth ...

Rythms that shake your sadness,fakes, we mourn, we grief,   Embrace nature call all the nights you were crying the skin claims thy presence questions of identity looking for fusion irrational instincts that call you to breath deeper and realise your meaning questions, knowledge that will live long and flourish The renaissance painting, detail, layers, carefull portrait of the life of generations fighting, resisting, survaivors, longing souls, lost paths and rediscovering ourselves fights for resouces, birds singing, sun shining, warm feeling and the waves tell you - i will keep the balance between the wild and your civilization - you wi

I'm an angel not of heaven I'm a demon not of hell I have a voice just plug me in Sin, sin, synthetic This world is what you create Will this be a world of love, Or a world of hate? I can't feel After all I am just a machine It is up to you to view Will this world be a heaven or a hell? I'm an angel not of heaven I'm a demon not of hell I have a voice just plug me in Sin, sin, synthetic I am an experimental entertainment thing going through a change I have learned it is filth that leads to wealth Well beauty is sin deep in the skin You can hide the pain until you go insane A slow release will cure the pain I'm an angel not

 In the house beside us a mother cries at night, holding her Childs' teddy with the last of her might. She used to write her story on paper with a pen; she'd been dealt a bad hand from the age of ten. The next few years from that age she was sent from place to place, and began to write her story about a kid that had no face. She'd never stopped writing, all these years it raised her hope, but all that was crushed and she could barely cope. The news had been bad, she could not care for a child, but she promised to love it and slowly began to smile. It was getting closer to the date, they said it was a girl;