SelfPub: Sometimes the die gods ...

Sometimes the die gods - and the right not to believe
Sometimes sweeps the road with a cross clog doors
The keys and dry in the desert, and the explosion shakes the land,
When the goddess dies when the soul leaves
The fire devours the walls, and temples are ashes
And moving mannequins, not knowing more fear
Marching regiments of the icons are meaningless smooth wedge
Now most believe the shoulder straps and vials of heroin
Crown of thorns wither, everyone will be your own boss
The folklore of the people's will killed Abel Cain
Extinguishes the fire in lamps, walnut sacred hymns
Will be no heaven or hell when our gods die
So go and do whatever is necessary, don't worry, nobody will be punished
Now nothing is sacred...