Fear is ruling our village. Innocent souls have been taken by the hand of Evil and God has been missing since last summer.The blinded pianist left his last tape recorded on his desk and went to sea on a boat to search for help.Smell of smoke and heavy metals crawl through our windows and our last hopes fall down together with dust as the bullet sounds get closerBut we ain't broke yet, We are going to say the truth and we write it down on this black page of history.Soon here is going to grow Jasmins out of this blood that has been shed on our land.
Here is a link to my wallet if you like to support me.
