The Honest Confession

The words are gathering into the procession of a well fare, the soul has left the darkness of faith and it leave the silence of guilt.

The fragrance of fate and the absence of the freedom of breath, I'm willingly reproducing the most precious thing which is hold the time to get back in to those moments which I really don't wanna loose forever.

The youngest chapel has lost inside the Strom of unsatisfactory and the process of being the human clone.

Yes, we're producing the quality sperms instead of the quality needs to be a complete human.

The inhuman receipts for most advanced world are growing up much faster.

The world is shining by putting a golden mask but inside it's completely dark.

We're becoming giant more than a human,

We're hurting people for no reason.

We're breaking trust to get more benefit.

Finally congratulations, welcome to our new world, the world which we made but God didn't.