The hordes of Satan
Feeling really in the vapor
Where the freedom is missed,
Overcoming the storm with furor,
Enjoying of this immense disappointment,
The price you pay by love
While the time everything vain degrading,
Either compunction breaking the grid,
I do not see the scene to compose,
Sparks burn the underworld
And the rich suits them again,
And so many wonders promised,
Misfortunes in this life? Never again,
Auriferous magisterial ways,
On the hordes from Satan tenderers.
Loures
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