Life of Death

Life of Death Walking in a sad fate, my shoes are not yours, the way is gone, dark place You gave me these shoes, just walk, just walk in my shoes, fates are gone Five, two, and three, our children were never born, the three. We two died Past time, maybe only an illusion, but from this camphor following me the feeling From the missed family, from the missed fate, from the missed family happiness This situation was created by English psychology. Thank you my destroyed life. I was an experimental subject in the United Kingdom. Without my consent and will. Hmm, life of death, or knife of death, or life of kill. Killed by death, it is kind of by die Sometimes I don’t understand the people, No, never. Why good the aggressivity? Why good hurt, insult, torture, offend, humiliate others? Understandable things Maybe sometimes better to live like dead, and nobody sees, lust live, live, live Hmm, must teach people what is happiness and human life. How? How? How? People like to send people to death. And there is no remorse. But why? Killers? Yes, people like to kill people. All of them death-like. Making suffering. Them life But why? Death like the life? Or life following the death of life? Let me die now. And I will come back With the answer