A sufferer's old book
The letter drowned
At the bottom of the ocean
Even the memories
Deceive us from truth
Love is where is pain
If you want to find what's in your mind
Love is the answer
Love is the sorrow
Love is a warm gun
Love is the Happiness
Love is a fuck
Love is your God
Love is the past
Love is your future
Love is
A time machine
The smell of a odd meal
A dead's man writting
In some wall of a small town
Ambiguous tears
Bring to us the reality
Love is where is joy
If you want to find what's in your mind
Love is the answer
Love is the sorrow
Love is a warm gun
Love is the happiness
Love is a fuck
Love is your God
Love is the past
Love is your future
Love is
A time machine
I'll will grind your brain
I will shred yours
Beardless and white thighs
I will squander your wealth
Adolescence
I will burn yours
Eyes with red-hot iron
I will incinerate your heart of flesh from your ashes
I will manufacture the
Maddened substance of
Love letters
Love
Is
A Time
Machine