I looked for myself in the next room
to life; a little before death.
Exhiliarla was never a real option,
you know it always comes back.
Death does not die, it lives; killing gives you
vitality.
It hides behind the door of hope,
struggle against life, victorious.
She is the queen of a thousand disguises: cancer,
pneumonia, AIDS, cholera and more.
It is the omnipotent one, from which no one escapes;
right hand of God, friend of the executioners.
In the mutual embrace and its suffocating cloak
it will all be over.
At the final judgment, banished from life,
we move forward without knowing where we are going.
Paradise or hell, nothing matters
if the end is the same.
Death, come and deliver us from all evil.
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