The Epic Poem of the Darkness (115). A great world company of businesses is as a great church. The businesses have a religion, the church also

That it doesn't fear the darkness of the mind. In the doubt he approaches

and he asks in the aid, because if he sits down calm, dominated

Just with the presentation of a vulgar cross

kings, princes, great gentlemen were dominated

Because he won't have to continue like this?

The truth is the eternal fear of the things, and who ventures to discover them

the Road that leads her God, will have fateful consequences

Because who discovered him first, those are the elect ones

and no god admits competition

A powerful company what the world dominates accepts other in the market?!

No! Because that is disloyal! They assist their defenders immediately

hiring the best lawyers. They are the occult secrets of the religious cults

A great world company of businesses is as a great church

The businesses have a religion, the church also

So that, as we are all blind, we are impeded of seeing

The wheat fields planted that our feet delimited by the mined fields

of the history of the infamy they dash pamphleteers:

NOBODY MORE STEALS! JUST US! ME!

The silence of the night is interrupted by the polluted shouting, made drunk

for the hypocrisy of the Occident that fakes, it supports, it tyrannizes the republics of the petroleum

that they exterminate us. Where are they, where are the Angolan intellectuals!?

They got lost offshore and onshore somewhere

A people are not known by the wealth of the soil, of the underground

A people are rich for the number of their intellectuals

Never for the adored made drunk propensity, fomented, injustice

Not having justice there is a lot of hand to the disposition

To love it is enough to sprout, to like of two promontories and a rift

No, they don't like… they fake. It is a vague feeling, that if I dispersed as the sexual intercourse

It is a momentary pleasure. The human being became used to

to not to lose time with the supplications of the Nature

And the bankers never sleep, they force the tides

of people's seas to speed up her, they carry it the waves of the paper money

That he has a similar sound to the undulation, a song, a morning smell

superior to the of the sea, universal. Everything manufactures

Don't they know that they got to create factories where the love comes out canned?

Now everything serves as business. It is true!

I want to love, I am going to a supermarket and I buy a can full of love

I take it home, I open her, I introduce it to my lover

It is there have a grandiose night of sighs and canned oh! o!

Then we spilled everything in the sink, and the destiny is the sea

They can imagine as the sea sits down. They never thought about that,

they repair that the whole planet proceeds like this

The people feel remorse’s when they approach the marine white foam

Because they know that the remains of her love walk over there lost

I believe that they have fear that the oceans become pregnant

And that the tides to the they fill flood the lightness of the transparent snow

The sands of the beaches with… as rejected children

For something to have them, if there is no time for educating

No if it shows them any consideration

Not even we took them to contemplate a tree…

For something if the green was already bought by some of the countless bankers

and unconstitutional. That is like this: between to do love and to generate a son, there is to choose. Ten minutes of coitus, and the money in her bank stops paying

The stubborn parents that manage to do children, in the end have the habitual surprise

The savings in the bank deposits are used for payments to psychologists and psychiatrists.

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