The holy face of hypocrisy

Good Morning Mr. Fucker!
How are you today?
How's business for the sucker?
The one you won't kill to pay
For the honour of a favour!
To remain in that state of grace,
Behind your hypocrisy flavour
Of a kind and supporting face...

Nice to see you Mr. Fucker!
How's life as a slayer?
Who's the victim today?
Who's the bate for the prey?
Oh... I see Mr. Fucker!
That one who puts its faith in a pray!
Will you kill it now?
Or will you let it be?
Just to make it your clown
And force it to be?!?

Good job Mr. Fucker!!!
It's always a trill to see
Your holy face of hypocrisy!

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...one more scream

I’m everything but wonderful
I’m a conclusion with no end
I’m a spectre pretending to be cruel
Living in this pretending pretend

I’m the flaw
Behind my terror
I’m never what I saw
I’m my own horror

Now you see me
Now you don’t
Now I want to be
Now I refuse...I won’t

Fuck this pretty beauty
This life of make believe
Where I feel the filth in me
Another breath forced to leave
Its own life to perish in this scenery

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My Anger

Anger...
We all have it
Life...
Some despair it
For the conquest of money
All of you:
The bees smelling the honey

This Anger...
Few of us have it
Life...
Some of us try to live it
Even though everything seams lost
In the fight for one more dollar
Where everything has a cost
Where every breath has a collar

This is my anger...one more scream!
Neither politics intended nor obsession
Just a glimpse of a sad hymn
In the anger of an honest question:
Shouldn’t money be just a word?

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Depois...

Estranha palavra essa...fim
Quando tudo finda
E chafurdo um pouco mais em mim
Na questão do azul da vinda
Nos fantasmas de lençois de cetim
Nos ventos por soprar ainda

Feitos estranhos de avalos
Testemunhos complicados
Nobres... Reais como cavalos
Sem tempo para serem amados

Tu... oh negro que se apodera
Não passas de uma mera quimera

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