The Imperial Betrayer - The Wayside

Where once there were roses and gentle breeze,
Clean and pleasant aroma
Today, has shit and suffering
Relentless routine, lost by the wayside
And the worst ... Pain, Darkness and regret.


Breathe, breathe!
Do not die for that.
Do not disguise the fear, crying, despair! - - ''DISGAIZE''
I know it's painful, but repent and learn.

Where is the recognition that was valuable before?!
Fuck!

I suffer today, I die now!