Our Soul flow towards a bloody earth called death. We are coming from the world of sickness. We are still alive, can't take more breath. Society is trying to play chess on the globe called earth. Cubic souls live in the sea through loneliness and damaged Minds are demanded by every breath. Postmodern miserable causes and gets. Humanity will lose after the last one's end. Making the sacrifice of the great vigorous. Fall of this wrong- played empire chess Your soul flow towards a bloody lake called death. You are coming from the world of sickness. You are still alive but can't take more breath...