JUSTICE
Your words they are auspicious,
Jehovah of bastards and unhappy,
In more rustic land mines than you,
In the midst of gang and unclean prostitutes,
I do not see your image European
Neither in your hair blond.
Your life more than an Odyssey,
Fighting against the fears and the sins...
You are also a man and the perfect God,
The nails that disrupt your skin,
The cross, your ultimate and cruel bed,
In the seat of justice compels us...
Draw on this earth humanity,
Ignorant and decaying, is the truth...
LOURES
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