Some are sorry for the marks left on the ground behind them yet too obtuse to care about what lies ahead before being wiped out by someone else's stupidity
In front of one' steps is behind somebody's shoulder, behind one shoulders is before somebody else's steps, marching ahead towards the end of times, some politely waiting in line for their time to come.
Some refuse to acknowledge yet their mouths grins the static noise of an old recording from a new recital
Other pacing other people strides and conjuring potency and no justice and death without a scar?
Conjuring fallacy and no intention and life without a scarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
