You try to reach out of the box,
Trying to touch eternity,
While others enjoy empty talks,
As if the words were a modernity.

“Forgiveness” they say
While the denial of an impure soul takes control of it all.
Now!!! Let the days turn into unmolded clay,
Let their “Forgiveness” become the floor, they crawl.

You know this is a circle,
Your mind and decisions get full of desperation,
Get closer to the center and find your purpose,
There is always a new destination.

You dig your grave and sing the last hymn on your funeral,
Infernal salvation or infernal death?
Let all become general,
Breathe; celestial breath.

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