Maria: Abort Chosen

I throw a coin to a grave of the brave each day just like everyone do. Every second and step by the step losing game with the greed and with progress. Bones of lots are bricks for comfort and for silent.
They made bullets made of pain, my sorrow…
My voice says that the whole world, that the whole Earth has became a shop…Has became a mall and we all are just customers. For comfort. Bones of lots are bricks for comfort. They call me Liar.