Thousands of daddies like yours can not hold on, cannot stand the cruelty and the permanent attempts to humiliate them, my child.. they say bad things on daddy, nothing is true but not to be a part of himself torn apart daddies.. the cruelty. Every day. The viciousness. The ugliness. The knowing that you can not so a thing about it except for to go after them and make your sentence with them.. but then you recognize the devil, the evil, the bad and the wrong and you know that this is not what you can do, to give back badness for lost love. And god will except us not like this, crawling in our self defeat, crawling to feet of the altar. . to the feet of the eternity power that collect and streams the souls to their core, to be in rest and all pains are subsidize, all screams in ears are silent, alls moments of agony and nightmares are substituted into long halting silence, so silent.. so silent like a fade violin music.. sounding from the distance.. and a slow blowing wind carry you to a place you know is good…
(every little country has its big number of lost souls, separated from us because we fail to listen)
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