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>>534353
>Bruh
¡Ésto es jodidamente agotador!
Y de paso tengo un compromiso en breve
¡Qué nunca muera este Chan en sus corazones!
>Y algunos archivos estás. Demasiado grandes...

no me siento bien...

IT ALL RETURNS TO NOTHING

No estoy listo para que pase ;_;

>>4534 (OP)
por dios voy a extrañar esta pocilga

>>4662
Es un final y ya

Gracias chadou por presentarme hispachan
>Vid related es chadou

>>4644
Claro que si negrito, todo estará bien :)

>>4534 (OP)

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
The silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl, a cracked and broken path
If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Well, knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I fear
Is in the hands of fools
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl, a cracked and broken path
And if we make it, we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying!
Crying!
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying!
Crying!