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

Lord:

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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