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She begs for mercy!!!
Beacuse of the dreams of their children
In your skin rough and punished
Every day there are more injuries
Hurts to see how they are killing

Needs a dream to continue standing
Or a miracle to not cool the core of his heart

Look at the stars only she can hear their sound
Asks to guide them in their crusade but
She doesn’t have voice

We cover our ears to not hear their chaotic cries
Slow death uncontrolled masses
That remove the feathers of his wings

And does not fly cut off their leafs
Can no breathe
She wrote his will

Observe the crystal ball
Without getting too close
With fear of not see anything more
Than the dark progress of society

Look at the stars only she can hear their sound
Asks to guide them in their crusade but
She doesn’t have voice

Observe the crystal ball
Without getting too close
With fear of not see anything more
Than the dark progress of society

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