Who knows that the streets,
big road or a small path,
but it can not turn back,
It´s Jacob wrestling with the angel.
The street consists many of setbacks,
the pace of the beast to kill the runner
if you go quietly,
enjoy life drop by drop,
Life is quiet and very discreet.
If you turn the fast highway one
you go faster under the tombstone,
but life is high and mighty and heavy jacket,
option you choose for yourself,
slow or fast packet,
says the death for your choice,
I am always ready
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