
It walks on the streets, looking for an adress.
It finds the adress, rings the bell, enters,
spends an ordinary day and explodes.
BOM: Is a formatted end to the formatted lives.
BOM: Is the end of our sublime being.
BOM: Is the end point of the civil life.
BOM: Is the reference to the silent and unknown traffic of the death.
BOM: Is the appraisal of the real God.
BOM: Is the materialized destiny.