Some scientifics have left for the moon, to study the Space, following, a very divastating war they were isolated from the Earth Planet, and from the others Planets of the solar system, The Moon came unhooked, from its terrestrial orbit, and now, roam, in the neverending Space for ever the sceintists, knew how to build on, this satellite, a Spacial base.
Lost in the nooks or a base, like in the twist and turns, or a spirit, without an aim, Sentenced to that collective, loneliness where each day, seems like the, day before. The scientifics development, it isn't possible now, causing the decay, or the intellect, Nobody can realize, that on that base, in fact, they're living, on a dear star.
Lost in the nooks or a base, like in the twist and turns, or a spirit, without an aim, Sentenced to that collective, loneliness where each day, seems like the, day before. The scientifics development, it isn't possible now, causing the decay, or the intellect, Nobody can realize, that on that base, in fact, they're living, on a dear star.
To be alive, dead star, its even, not a reprieve, with, the dead sentenced to that collective decay, where each day, is worse to live, than, the day beofre. When the renewal of the generations exist only, for the pleasure of the flesh, its create a denegerating, civilization, or crisis brings the occupants, of the, base to live, little by little like at the Primary Era, at the beginning of the Humanity.
Lost in the nooks or a base, like in the twist and turns, or a spirit, without an aim, Sentenced to that collective, loneliness where each day, seems like the, day before. The scientifics development, it isn't possible now, causing the decay, or the intellect, Nobody can realize, that on that base, in fact, they're living, on a dear star.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
