Degraded
Decrees to terror every look
And occasionally try some disguise
Because life itself destroys us
Not having tempesta after another moonlight
How much is needed to get used
With all the fake made this place
Transcends what could imagine
While not sneaky noted
The fury that produced both
Even with terror and being the crosshairs
Death I look at every instant,
The thug marionette on a dive
Playing defense without the boulder,
I become in such a degrading beast...
MARCOS LOURES
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