I am a simple man, with a burned life, with so many things to do and with a broken heart.

I have a
simple story to write but I can't say nothing about her, i just can feel this sorry. In every night I'm
thinking, who I am? Why am I here? When will I die? I'm afraid, I'm scared by the angels, when
they will come here to judge people I will burn because my soul is black, so many shadows in my
mind and I can't breathe when I'm thinking... The end is coming, I'm not afraid to die, the angels
will fall and nobody won't be alive because good people doesn't exist here, You Only Live Once,
remember this and say this when angels will come.