MY FUTURE
Death is entering me in tracing
Every day another new wear
And without being able to rely on both the rod
The world is slowly collapsing,
And I know that my future is so nefarious
During that lived outside a fret,
And now with the shit you brought,
What little I have left shattering.
Sparks do not allow sick forge
Where the flame finally empties
Blazing withheld, order unclean,
In both plots than I challenge
Life unfolds is so bitter
And this immense insanity I delve...
MARCOS LOURES
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