it's not the end until the end comes

[Lorenzo Abbiati]

Not finding inspired words

I just won't do a game no more

Always something to say it's not a way

I learn from love, grow through hate

Let's come back to a time when My hearth was mine

Always running, through our main concern should be unfolding

the truth which is in disguise, i heard people crying

None is lost forever as the innocent ones

If you can rise your hands please give an end

to those games of power which only kill one anorher

Only for possession we struggle over the obsession

of Money sex and regret, feel the power to change

In order to begin to count the kisses rather than condamning the people who can't listen to their hearth beat and bleed from the original sin, that's why people kill, the only way is not to breed

And let's humanity die giving aid the remaining ones which have the chance to see a new dawn, stop creating, demonstrating to none you are Someone, to the enemy you are handsome, to the virgin you are the victim, to the looser you are the abuser, stop any action we are Killing each Other for reaction running through nowhere, working to despair to enrich the ero sphere, stop doping anything only silence wait with patience to the end and be quiet......

 

[Lorenzo Abbiati]

None Will be thinking to the end in the exact moment the end Will arrive.

We'll be feeding our enemies, praying our boss to keep us slave.

No more violence in Killing animals or other men....we'll be caught by the regret of seeing so many people sick, we'll nave the impotence to put up the right, we'll see our forgivness still betrayed, innocent people dying.....blessed who has not been involved in touching the original sin's flame, blessed who has never lost His own conscience cause after the Last hour Will find it in heaven.