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I listen hymns and voices

in every places,this is

infuriated doctrine,

that hurts my face.

My eyes only see the sin,

like pills of dust,

my real feelings

take me to the hell's wheel.

My eyes, my soul, my mind,

are against me,

what the hymns shout,

is not what I see.

Rejected, abolished,

is maintained the order.

Grown old, forgotten!

Rejected

Controlled, fucked,

by my own fear.

Reflected,

the image of myself.