The Hell does not stop to turn
One circulates of ambition and death
The supremacy of the poor person human
Being I smell It of covets
Lack of pride
Rotten due to honor
Survive that faith does not have
If glorified the ones that hate

They suffer the ones that cannot see pain
They bleed the ones that ignore the truth
They pray for sowing the falseness.

The glorified way houses many weak ones
Taking them for the self-destruction
In company of the gentleman of the darkness
Marching for the Darkness

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