HAND

"Your mind, is the end of your past in the moment.
For their bridged built, for digging a mine to go down more. To achieve the true idea.
Let free your hands. They were the true purpose of the port which protects.
The end of finger, the real action that kills their gun.
So, no gold or paper currency that anchor your fingers in indelible ink that that kind of bile can erase.
The lines dug your hands are idélibile what they not want you to believe. The end of the world? ...
Your hands are the same as those paths that we could see on Earth. "Bookmanie