36 Weeks Loose Stools

Bastardas


death

When we burst
Pupils

When death seized the bones that may be justified

These generations will undoubtedly

history
Some say that dogs were treacherous
Some beastly cowards
That we pour into silence
! Because
First we must acknowledge those who come! What we GENERATION

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indifferent
rotting in the classroom corner bars and
That was our cruel doctrine REEL
And we like imbeciles

embriagábamos

Because our large
exploits were no more than a few nights of partying

outrages and a knock the clubs and pubs were our temples
The congratulations ungrateful bastard prayers
The

Because deep

We felt sad and alone and so empty The observation spectra parasitic

step backwards from our youth

When We were rotting in the mouth
Becoming
Exhausted men and women, stunned
we never did nothing but complain
As vile idiots Absent from time

As a stampede of oxen
who works or vegetating

We went slowly dying

death
When we twist the mouth

The horror In a last-gasp
perish on the lips last we'll be like shadows
While a sad vestige
The slightest trace
And our graves will then abandoned rock

Without A epitaphs or anything
Without any history
Without even a word