Dead Reality

Cold and sad days are approaching
You must kill yourself before the pain makes it
The fear anguishes you at every moment

Hypocrisy and madness are arriving
In false words of hope

I saw statues without life with death expressions
And in its eyes the sadness contained in each soul

Trumpets sound the new apocalypse
Pain and tormented wait us

The crow emits its last shout of omen
And neither all light purify

The pain is bigger than it seems
Specters spy you from the shadows
The figure of fear dominates you
And you feel the strange nature of what is the death

You must kill yourself before the pain makes it

The apocalypse is appearing
And wars and epidemics are approaching
I hear voices in the emptiness
So blasphemous as hypocrites
And the nausea is in its words

The true madness is arriving
What will you do with your children
When the fear beats in each door
And you feel the blood in the throat?

The hope will be deceased!
What will you say to yourself ?
What will you say to your children ?

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