GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I write while crying about the future, as the present disintegrates,

Deplorable and sick, in this cursor I see the pain that lies,

The shot fired by the bandit is already felt,

Suicide or not, I annihilate what I could never complete.

It is better this way, i do not want to be part of this corruption,

I prefer to be a victim of conspiracy,

Sharing in the sale of the soul, my greatest good,

The force of emotion that burns, an immense fervour.

In the eyes of those not part of the dirty plot,

I see the living flame, that lies cannot subdue,

I write, but not to be complicit or an accomplice,

Rather, to preserve the purity that persists.

I prefer the silence of truth to the sold word,

And thus, I cry for the future, but keep my soul uplifted,

For amidst so much chaos, I still believe,

That there is something stronger than fear or the scream.

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