Dwell Poem by Felipe Gastão

my mind is just confused and suffered under the chest of gods and gods always end in shame... I am just shedding tears and asking the executioner to break your knees slowly..... Love, well, was not done for me, already knew. But the duel yes, and, although not always been fair and excites me. I bring to the conscience of mankind their most beautiful crime, crucifiyng of the gods that we pour so much blood in vain. Come on, people, why... in the arms of a god my head shaking and bad sleep and I stop the sweat before my thoughts more incestuous. That luck is launched as umma family has a suicide by the shame of crimes such as beloving gods humanity not ill, I do not quiet