In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

domingo, 17 de janeiro de 2010

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (103). Without reading there is no intellectual development, it is for that that my brain doesn't work

Of the sovereignty a thousand dangers they wait for me, they pursue me
They are these delicacies without life
When we were born were, we didn't step
in any earth
But it is in any side that we died, in any earth

Because you just chose Angola for you throw your curses
forgetting, protecting other places where the cunning ones hide
in such vast earth
Because you don't provoke the disease of the sleep in the thirsty of the easy power
in the idiots and similar
Because you don't hibernate them, because you don't begin them to sleep, eternally, properly frozen
That, we promised you that the electronics sensor that they are in force them
they will suffer rigorous maintenance and vigil
We are so tired of so much our sovereign to slap us
that no longer we have more faces to give
We are already in the fear of living deformed. What will make Lord?!
Don't you know?! Don’t you remember?!
Here we are in the summit of the cynicism, from faking
that in Angola democracy exists
We didn't exist, we faked

Did we speak, did we criticize… and did we never get tired?!
The romantic abolitionists struggled against the inequality
To struggle to abolish the slavery is a thing, her formation is other
They free me and to continue slave is pure romanticism
He frees in the captivity, it captures of the freedom of the fire
trembling of the candle
The Angolan concentration camps are an immense ocean
Where only ships of the hunger navigate

The very fair clothes in my sensual body
they wake up the sensuality in the men's glance
And they forget the ants transporting food in the vertical wall
The plants showing his beauty to her boyfriend Sun
Close, remains of a chair commenting on the last life
of political opponents
Children leave the school escaping from the death
of the fast automobiles canned in the highways
without drainage
Sleep is in force her them. They arrive the starving house… he waits for them the insatiable hunger

The red sign paralyzes the metallic hulks
The green appears. They rush in a crazy one run by the grass of the asphalted jungle
The Humanity's History is the history of the wars
for I control him of the raw materials. The civilizations disappeared
due to the development of weapons always more powerful
To the discovery of the nuclear. Always in conflict with the Nature
The idiots don't know that she is aware
The final revolt is the revolution of the Nature. As a gigantic company of cleaning and sanitation the earth is swept, it cleans of the human weed
The human civilization finishes, another appears. The cycle is repetitive. The Nature feels only, it creates humans to amuse. When tired she gives them with the racket, as if they were a ball tennis

Without reading there is no intellectual development, it is for that that my brain doesn't work
The other people move forward and we retreated, we were satisfied in crumbs that they are going leaving being hit
Anyway this is the most merciless slavery that still was not counted properly. The most ignoble criminal act of all of the times. To exterminate people. Under the voice of the Angolan command: EAT THE HUNGER!!!


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