Remains
Remains that looting of the past
Bringing a new cut for me,
Where takes my death,
And just leave it where legacy
Corpse that cultivation with boredom,
Having no one to really behave,
Surely transcends to their fate
Surely your way, Unlimited.
Perish when I see my portrait
And as much as I can myself tract
I usually commit the errors,
If I bring pure damage within the soul,
Certainty of calms me now empty,
Death to finalize its opinion...
MARCOS LOURES
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