TO SATAN
Inside fortunately this way
This leads to my dear Satan
And I have this rage, the overwhelming peace
Which I did and why harmful,
Raising a toast to the Devil, go alone
And although it actually does,
How I became rude and even scathing,
Bleeding every verse, trace the nest.
I do not want your forgiveness nor precise,
If life always draws a prejudice
What good is thus mercy
The fiercest step that still give
Turns anything without that
In most sublime yearning of discord ...
MARCOS LOURES
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