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Complexity and inefficiency is our root;
Soul of everything and everyone;
Pillars that stand solitary,
exiles for themselves.
Don't you feel ashamed for your rotten image?
The dementia of your flaws disgusts me.
Filthy men! Cowardly men!
To the hells with them!
Some hide themselves with delusions;
Between shadows and collapses
Fear their lies and truths.
They begin to rise brick walls,
Too weak to be glorious
fall at the slightest ray of dawn
Calm down!
says the illusion.
Your discord, reflection of life,
would lead to a simple incision of fear.
Calm down yourself, son of a hooker!
Do not fear, it's just a light,
that will blind you and suffocate in the breeze of the wind.
The cross seens to be a gentle death,
and the martyr is the firmament of grip.
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