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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