Nude printed in the face of that withholds it,
Piece of a person that picks the flesh off the soul all the drunkness.
The man, black suit and tie
Makes himself poor, black, white, yellowish
Everytime that in the face sees the printed nude.
The bright of the same infectum rotten,
In flight sesations of torpifyed feelings.
Lasciviousness, promiscuity, degeneration, …
It is not in the sapiens social state,
But for the printed nude that encloses the society.
Mourning, disdain, misery of the pure carnage…
You think you believe, your body condemns you,…
The cold soil, insects, worms waits for you.
Luxury of torrents currents of insane thoughts,
Garbage of unconscious corpses, zombies that wanders in darkness.
Polite ways, fashion things of illiterate scholars,
Cannibal capitalism of exaggerated consumerism.
Strange life that waits for the illusory escape from the skeptical labyrinth.,
Of the search of a decreasing perception.
Primates that judges being the owner of the universe,
beastly mind that condemns itself and the nature.
Cursed impure man,
Your badness won’t go beyond the time,
Your destiny will be the disdain of the ones who conceived you,
And you a mercenery, the soul the condemns you.
Disgusting creature when disclosed your nude of the vestments that hides you.
Copyright © Max Diniz Cruzeiro