Skelaxin Can You Get High

A war that is changing its course

Finally this war that began in times beyond my conscience seems turn its course. For the first once in a lifetime, I believe that the university might not win. Black birds circling their potential.
That what I started when I bent my face yet, is coming to an end. It is no longer carrying out the wishes of a mother or Penant soul of a father who watches over the happiness and future of your child. This is not a promise. This is not the respect he gives the word that precedes my name, or a printed paper with an extra zero. This is not the pressures that grandparents, relatives, friends, relatives, etc, have on me around a table.
This is a war that neither Pirro himself had been willing to fight. Where were on the road, a great affection, unborn child, accompanied by a parent, a dream unfulfilled, a race abandoned. Soldiers who were counted as tears, dreams, sleepless nights, fellow travelers, have lagged behind for holding a flag.

But war is coming to an end! Is changing course.

only remains the mother of all battles, that would define everything. The all or nothing. And I'm more prepared than ever, experience has nurtured me, I drank from her tits to be chubby, my armor so bright in the sun and the moonlight, my short sword and hangs evenly and my horse through a storm.
you have left to you?
only your rags dyed embarrassment your bruising, your fists so many times I knew grinding against bone, which broke my gut, now make footprints on the floor with your knees. You are left alone in your castle, for one to one your armies have fallen.
If I am to celebrate the day they fall!
No, my friend, not my enemy. We keep the right to respect. The respect we saved those things that sculpt your soul on the basis of education rather spartan and sadistic. But life took care of both ocupásemos two different sides in this desert where there is nothing to gain and much I lost. There is the mountain that has to pay, will fight for it. With time and only over time, drink in your name, laugh with nostalgia of the great battles and remember sacrifices. But your day will be another day in my life, and this has been your credit.
you smile, but will become sordónica ironic, for your era has ended and now mine begins.