Letra que trata sobre la opresión de nuestros goviernos, así como de sus sangrientas consecuencias, actos cargados de horror, de terrorismo y de miseria. Actos que se llenan de víctimas .
Letter dealing with oppression and victims of our Govier, and its bloody aftermath, horror-laden acts of terror and misery. Acts already speak for themselves.
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What good does breath?
what good does kill?
oppressed people, you can speak
sleeping people, you can walk
spears of words
crashed by metal
hopes of utopia
bed of glass
there’s no longer direction
only the same walking
puddles of blood
covers of coldness
lost souls
for ambition
lifeless souls
without escape