What poison is so big that can kill forests, the enchanted garden of the golden memories, breaking your bones? But it does not end there, it will become stronger and it will squash you and its presence will be like gas burning your throat, blocking the path to your heart, destroying it, which will keep on beating only with pure pain. What can this prodigy be? so damned that it overcomes the myth of the eternal death. It is without any doubt, the voice of hell, is satan in its most original presence, its most personal closeness. That mortal poison is nothing more, nothing less that the own tongue poisoned by hatred.
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