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My throat flavours this air with my rage a sentence of

death flutters

on every fellow for every date in which his sins gonna

expiate

action and reaction is my own creed instigate your

neighbour

to don’t surrender behind malefactor’s speech

but throw at the most all truth in his teeth

who wants more will die in penury revenge will lay

unyielding on whom will try

to take possession of something further besides he

already got

life balances are going to establish theirselves again

please give to me a chance to walk in front of them

with dignity

Run in the wind climb every tree passion is to go in

search of what is hidden (deepest) in you

As if can be felt blasphemy in laps of the best

we gonna remember ourselves change is not a common

sentiment

for us we obtained glory as reward