DIRECTIONS
Inside fortunately this way
This leads to my dear Satan
And I have in this rage, immense peace,
From which and for which I did harmful,
Raising a glass to the Demo, I alone
And though in truth does not matter,
How I became rude and until caustic,
Bleeding every verse, creating my nest.
I do not want your forgiveness and do not need
If life is always moth an injury
What good is well, mercy,
The more ferocious step that still take
Transform anything without why
In the most sublime craving of the discord...
LOURES
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