HORDES OF SATAN

HORDES OF SATAN

Feeling really steamed
Where the freedom is fades,
Winning with fury the storm,
Enjoying this immense chagrin,
The price you pay for love,
As time everything will degrade,
Breaking any of modesty grid
I do not see the scene to compose,
Sparks ignite the hells
And rich suits them again,
And many promised wonders,
Lost in this life? Never again,
Auriferous masterful ways,
In hordes of Satan, no more fear...


MARCOS LOURES