Hear the scream
from the alley that defines a strange time.
What will be made
of the raw material
that I do not
know in a TV commercial?
There is nothing
new, not even a rough feeling, nothing right!
The flight is of
high risk, I feel aloof, our pilot is without a license.
Look at the
fleeting enormity, oh, my lord, who falls as innocence
about a people who, oh, my
lord, never take a step further!
I identify the
identity, without memory, falsehood remains.
A single face of
the screen emanates with inhuman applicability.
The kids at
school don't fail and don't know their time does´nt last ever!
What is known, is
not known in its entirety and the whole is not even true, whatever!
And me with this
nastiness, my lord? That's right, I swear!
Nobody wants to
know about something that doesn't appear, but it is!
Get rid of
it, my lord! Who can you support this, anymore?
Know that from
the windows, no more confetti is thrown ... it is.
Dogs bark in the
street, but now they bite more!
Dog bites dog,
everyone is crazy, but the thief is doing well!
See the scathing
wit, my father, about these voracious people
who devours
himself, my father, and vomits in peace!
Gagged, moaning,
prisoner of myself in the very sacrificial refractory sacrilege of the last
refuge better than hell!
We have no way
out, who's going, and who's left a miss?
Ignorance is
a rifle, a war has been declared,
maybe we never
understand!
See loquacious
tragicity, my lord, in a minion people
that will suffer
without further ado, my father, all them have bodys without hands!
But now ,
you, won't get away from me anymore!
Think about this
epic chrisis, perhaps, without end!
The tear is
bitter, it is sweet, cloudy and red, yes, for the death without a corpse and
the victory of the same subject, so fast!
See the tenacious
unhappiness, my lord, of this ineffective people that no respect is ever
given, my lord, only accepts everything that is done at last!
by Oto Sales
