The Unsent Letters/Cartas Sin Enviar

Dear God:

Why is it that they call it suffering in places with no food or water?. Es tiempo de escuchar la voz de la consciencia colectiva, la necesidad de la gente que se muere de hambre y de frío.

Thats your creation, that s your masterplan, Bravo!!!

Look at the kids, their smiles are dying, they cry the madness of this kingdom. This rotten Kingdom.

Damn you, and your creation cuz I´m not your love, not your Beta Creation, bullshit you call living.


Dear Dad:

FUCK YOU I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL



Dear Santa Claus:

Maldito Freak!!!

Pagan Poetry de soundtrack macabro a mis ideas de este momento, lleno de odio, lleno de sangre y sufrimiento.


Dear Hitler:

Hope you like this season of the year in which tropical big piñas are harvested. LOL


Dear Jesus:

You still rule man!