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Love is born in the cradle, maternal tenderness,
Soft warmth, infinite hugs, eternal light.
He grows up with friendship, laughter and confidences,
Bonds woven in the shadows, pure connection.

Love of family, deep roots,
A cocoon of protection, in this filthy world.
Romantic love, burning passion,
A fire that illuminates, a burning flame.

Love has a thousand faces, a thousand ways of loving,
Caresses of the soul, hearts to warm.
From gentle tenderness to fiery passion,

Love is everywhere, you just have to look.

Self-love, often neglected,
An inner journey, to find yourself better.
Forgive yourself for your weaknesses, celebrate your strengths,
An act of courage, a powerful bark.

Love for nature, respect and harmony,
Listen to the earth, vibrate in symphony.
The blowing of the wind, the song of the birds,
Every precious moment, like a gift.

Love has a thousand faces, a thousand ways of loving,
Caresses of the soul, hearts to warm.
From gentle tenderness to fiery passion,
Love is everywhere, you just have to look.

The love that we all miss.

Love has a thousand faces, a thousand ways of loving,
Caresses of the soul, hearts to warm.
From gentle tenderness to fiery passion,
Love is everywhere, you just have to look.

Universal love, without borders,
For every living being, every soul on earth.
A kind look, a tender gesture,
A shared smile, a hand to hold.

Love for art, divine expression,
Create, share, emotions that culminate.
Every note, every stroke, a surge of the heart,
An infinite source of joy and happiness.

Love for humanity, sincere compassion,
Help, support, erase misery.
In every gesture, every word, sow peace,
Building a world of kindness together.

Love has a thousand faces, a thousand ways of loving,
Caresses of the soul, hearts to warm.
From gentle tenderness to fiery passion,
Love is everywhere, you just have to look.

Love is a journey, an infinite quest,
From discovery to discovery, a burst of life.
Let's welcome every shape, every nuance,
To live fully, in love and luck.
The love that we all miss.

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Let me tell you about the journey of a soul,
Where they come from, where they are going, their quest and all their dramas.
Listen carefully, this is the story of our life, of your life.
The story of our souls which travel, which seek the infinite.

Like summer rain they pour down on Earth
Sad and proud, dark and bitter.
Like dead leaves they cover the Earth,
Dry dust, coarse souls.
Tainted by the mind, fatal glimmers

Outflows from the divine reservoir, full of frenzy,
New souls throw themselves, like children, into life.
Without awareness of their eternity, they wander without reason,
Ignoring the spiritual, losing vision.

They taste everything, without worrying about the consequences,
Seeking sensations, experiences without balance.
In this material world, they get lost, search for each other,
Hoping to find meaning, let's give them a pole.

Oh, souls seeking light,
In this eternal cycle, they hope.
Seek truth, seek love,
In this endless journey, day after day.

Like summer rain they pour down on Earth
Sad and proud, dark and bitter.
Like dead leaves they cover the Earth,
Dry dust, coarse souls.
Tainted by the mind, fatal glimmers

Young souls blend into the material,
Experience everything from the good to the superficial.
A slight spark of consciousness, sometimes,
But it's wasted effort, they can't find the way.

They run after dreams, endless illusions,
Seeking to fill a void, to ease their sorrow.
Their quest is arduous, strewn with pitfalls and doubts,
But they continue to move forward, seeking their own path.

Oh, souls seeking light,
In this eternal cycle, they hope.
Seek truth, seek love,
In this endless journey, day after day.

Like summer rain they pour down on Earth
Sad and proud, dark and bitter.
Like dead leaves they cover the Earth,
Dry dust, coarse souls.
Tainted by the mind, fatal glimmers

They come back tirelessly, to evolve,
Reaching the light of God, ever closer.
Soothing, reassuring, divine clarity,
An ultimate goal, which they hope to achieve.

Each life is a lesson, each ordeal a teaching,
They approach the light, slowly but surely.
Guided by an inner force, a divine flame,
They rise little by little, towards finer spheres.

Oh, souls seeking light,
In this eternal cycle, they hope.
Seek truth, seek love,
In this endless journey, day after day.

Like summer rain they pour down on Earth
Sad and proud, dark and bitter.
Like dead leaves they cover the Earth,
Dry dust, coarse souls.
Tainted by the mind, fatal glimmers

The old souls, there to help the younger ones,
Support their crises, their sorrows, without resentment.
These turbulent children, in search of knowledge,
Guided by wisdom, they show them power.

They provide comfort, advice and understanding,
Trying to guide these young souls to redemption.
Their task is noble, their mission sacred,
They are the guardians of light, the awakened souls.

Oh, souls seeking light,
In this eternal cycle, they hope.
Seek truth, seek love,
In this endless journey, day after day.

Like summer rain they pour down on Earth
Sad and proud, dark and bitter.
Like dead leaves they cover the Earth,
Dry dust, coarse souls.
Tainted by the mind, fatal glimmers

Wise, awakened souls only return to save,
A handful of chosen ones, invited to the final banquet.
No time to waste with lost souls,
They know that few will be accepted at the feast.

Their hearts are filled with compassion, with infinite tenderness,
They work for light, despite pain and boredom.
Knowing that so few will reach the divine abode,
Do not distract them from their mission, they are guides, sisters.

Oh, souls seeking light,
In this eternal cycle, they hope.
Seek truth, seek love,
In this endless journey, day after day.

Like summer rain they pour down on Earth
Sad and proud, dark and bitter.
Like dead leaves they cover the Earth,
Dry dust, coarse souls.
Tainted by the mind, fatal glimmers

It is the story of souls, their infinite quest,
Seeking light, truth, life.
In this eternal cycle, they hope,

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I'm going to talk to you about the different forms of your stupidity,
Those who lock you up, who blind you, without pity.
Listen carefully, this is the story of your humanity,
About your weaknesses, your mistakes, your truth.

Blind, you are caught in what has been said,
Rumors, lies, which betray you at night.
We repeat you without knowing, we believe you without reason,
Prisoners of your words, without reflection.

The unsaid things imprison you, in too heavy a silence,
Hidden truths that eat away at you every day.
We silence your suffering, we hide your fears,
Because your stupidity leads us to horror.

Oh, humanity, lost in your stupidity, vanity, filth,
Blinded by your lies, your false truths, rivalry, urbanity.
To follow without thinking is your curse, prediction, derision.
Your reason fades, stupidity in action, television, imprecision.

Your excess pride, your ego that devours you,
Makes you believe you are heroes, myths effortlessly.
You strut around, you brag, you think you're invincible,
But this vanity makes you so vulnerable.

To preserve yourself, you destroy everything around,
Even loved ones, you crush them, without return.
It is difficult to excuse your actions, to justify your errors,
But your stupidity leads us to pain.

Oh, humanity, lost in your stupidity, vanity, filth,
Blinded by your lies, your false truths, rivalry, urbanity.
To follow without thinking is your curse, prediction, derision.
Your reason fades, stupidity in action, television, imprecision.

You follow these policies with beautiful verbose speeches,
Like sheep, docile, without spirit, without confession, without a wish.
You forget to think, to question yourself,
Your stupidity is our downfall.

You listen to the promises, you believe, blind, in the illusions,
You get lost in the flow of their manipulations.
This collective stupidity trains you, guides you,
Towards a dark future, where hope commits suicide.

Oh, humanity, lost in your stupidity, vanity, filth,
Blinded by your lies, your false truths, rivalry, urbanity.
To follow without thinking is your curse, prediction, derision.
Your reason fades, stupidity in action, television, imprecision.

The fear of the unknown makes you close your eyes,
You stay in your zones, comfortable like old people.
You refuse change, you fear innovation,
Your stupidity is holding back our evolution.

Your willful ignorance chains you, ruins you,
You chose not to know, to stay in the desert.
The available knowledge, you ignore it, you flee it,
And your stupidity keeps us in severity.

Oh, humanity, lost in your stupidity, vanity, filth,
Blinded by your lies, your false truths, rivalry, urbanity.
To follow without thinking is your curse, prediction, derision.
Your reason fades, stupidity in action, television, imprecision.

Your inability to see the other, to feel their pain,
Makes you insensitive to his sorrows, to his tears.
Your stupidity isolates you, divides us,
And your compassion cheaper than a currency.

You are fighting for lost causes, which you do not understand,
Blinded by hatred, you forget the whys.
Your senseless violence leads you to your downfall,
Your stupidity, Sapiens, opens the gates of hell.

Oh, humanity, lost in your stupidity, vanity, filth,
Blinded by your lies, your false truths, rivalry, urbanity.
To follow without thinking is your curse, prediction, derision.
Your reason fades, stupidity in action, television, imprecision.

This is the story of your stupidity
A litany of mistakes, too many lives sacrificed.
Yet, deep within us, a light still shines,
The hope that reason sheds light on your fate.

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I will tell you about all-powerful parents, Those who raise monsters, arrogant children. They think they know everything, control everything, that we owe them accounts. But in reality, they destroy everything, everywhere, without realizing it. They want to produce doctors for their old age, Chosen careers, straightforward lives. Salary becomes the barometer of love, And the child's soul, stifled forever. They cling to dreams, unfinished, They live through their kids, copied lives. These children become receptacles of desires, But without their own essence, without a future. Oh, these all-powerful parents, who see no evil, They feed their children with shaky dreams, fatal crap. They think they educate, but they destroy every destiny, Suffering souls, dull lives, dung beneath our feet. They think they are intelligent, but they gorge themselves on manure, The brains of their children, without a future. They do not see that the soul can be more evolved, That a child can surpass them, enlighten them. They refuse to hear, to see the light, That their children bring, that they have in them yesterday. They never accept being taught a lesson, And prefer to lock them in their illusions. Oh, these all-powerful parents, who see no evil, They feed their children with shaky dreams, fatal crap. They think they educate, but they destroy every destiny, Suffering souls, dull lives, dung beneath our feet. In Asia, girls sold for a few hundred euros, Their childhood sacrificed, for unreasonable profit. These parents who bargain, innocence and life, Without scruples, without remorse, without respite. Broken destinies, hearts in tatters, Lost children, in a world without echo. They sell their future, for immediate gain, And the child's soul cries in silence, without outburst. Oh, these all-powerful parents, who see no evil, They feed their children with shaky dreams, fatal crap. They think they educate, but they destroy every destiny, Suffering souls, dull lives, dung beneath our feet. They impose their will, without ever listening, The desires, the dreams, of their own offspring. They create clones, copies of their pride, But the child's soul cries out for its own name. They do not see that each being is unique, That every child has their own music. They destroy the melodies, muffle the voices, And leave souls wandering, lost in the cold. Oh, these all-powerful parents, who see no evil, They feed their children with shaky dreams, fatal crap. They think they educate, but they destroy every destiny, Suffering souls, dull lives, dung beneath our feet. For them, failure is a reflection of their own image, They don't understand that love is without a cage. They force the paths, control the destinies, Without seeing that their children are looking for their own morning. True success is giving free rein, To the soul, to dreams, to love always. But these parents, blinded by their pride, Do not see that they are killing, the essence of humanity. Oh, these all-powerful parents, who see no evil, They feed their children with shaky dreams, fatal crap. They think they educate, but they destroy every destiny, Suffering souls, dull lives, dung beneath our feet. So I tell you, be careful of your choices, Let your children shine, find their own way. True love is accepting, without imposing, Let them grow, flourish, in freedom.

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We are going to tell you about those who do not know how to love,
Of these broken loves, of these damaged hearts, of these sad ruined people.
Of these men and women, lost in their passions, their illusions,
Of their incomplete loves, of these decaying loves.

These men who take their wives for toys,
Soulless objects, at their mercy, at their will.
They do not see the light and sadness in their eyes,
They destroy their brilliance, their beauty, without regret, without goodbye, far from God.
These men, dogs of war, infamous murderers, scoundrels.

These women who dream of a prince charming, their ideal,
Shape their men, break them like crystal.
They seek perfect love, without a single flaw,
But they end up destroying the beauty they were looking for.
These women, uncrowned princesses, queens of cruelty, wickedness.

Oh, your love is incomplete, inaccurate, imperfect,
Your bleeding hearts, your dying souls.
You don't know how to love, you don't understand,
That true love is accepting others, not changing them.
Fatal rhymes, wobbly heart, vegetable brain.

These men who no longer see the mother of their children,
No longer consider their wives, treat them with disdain, disbelievers.
They forget the promises, the shared dreams, the hopes, they feel ashamed.
Because they let love die, without even realizing it.
Sad chimeras wandering on Earth, bitter shadows, proud trances.

These women who prefer to cheat, rather than leave,
For lack of money, they remain, chained by necessity.
They look elsewhere for what they can no longer find.
In the arms of another, a lost illusion.
Dark arguments without hearts and without brains. Whores, madams

Oh, your love is incomplete, inaccurate, imperfect,
Your bleeding hearts, your dying souls.
You don't know how to love, you don't understand,
That true love is accepting others, not changing them.
Fatal rhymes, wobbly heart, vegetable brain.

These men who hit women and children,
Stupid alcoholics, fanatical dogs, violent madmen.
They do not know how to respect, they only know how to destroy,
Their heart is of stone, their soul is of wax.
Their brain melts in the sun like a candle in winter, sad ephemerals.

These women who love only out of interest, out of the attraction of wealth,
Seek profit, gild them forever. Eternal duchesses.
They play roles, they lie without scruple,
Love for them is only a dark calculation.
Escorts without appearance and taste. Immersed in lack and fear.

Oh, your love is incomplete, inaccurate, imperfect,
Your bleeding hearts, your dying souls.
You don't know how to love, you don't understand,
That true love is accepting others, not changing them.
Fatal rhymes, wobbly heart, vegetable brain.

These men and women, lost in their illusions,
They look for happiness everywhere around, but only find prisons.
They don't see that love is giving, listening, respecting,
Without expecting anything, without wanting to possess. Without dominating, without damaging.
Blind bulldozers raking everything behind. Memories and mysteries.

Love is above all about understanding well, supporting well,
To accept faults, to let others grow.
But these incomplete, inaccurate, imperfect loves
They only hurt, they destroy forever.
Hmmmm, sad friends, sad sisters, hearts full of resentment.

Oh, your love is incomplete, inaccurate, imperfect,
Your bleeding hearts, your dying souls.
You don't know how to love, you don't understand,
That true love is accepting others, not changing them.
Fatal rhymes, wobbly heart, vegetable brain.

So, listen carefully, learn to love,
Without wanting to control everything, without wanting to change everything.
Love is respecting, letting the other be,
Without shaping it, without breaking it, to always accept it.
Like life partners, associated souls.

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We are made in the image of the universe, a sacred microcosm,
Rich and healthy, yet we see ourselves as isolated titans.
We forget that we are inhabited by billions of lives,
That we are all connected, an infinite mystery.

Look at yourself in the mirror, do you see what I see?
A giant, a titan, it is the illusion of our faith.
We think we are unique, alone in our greatness,
But we are galaxies, worlds filled with hearts.

Each cell, each bacteria, a universe in itself,
Without them, we would be nothing, it’s a truth without law.
We forget this wealth, we believe ourselves to be immortal,
But we are fragile, like stars without a sky.

We are like the universe, full of mysteries,
Inner worlds, which cannot be seen with a single glance.
We are rich, connected, but we live like loners,
Planets without a sun, wandering in the dark.

We kill each other, we torture each other, in senseless wars,
Faceless battles, where our souls are sacrificed.
Our children are crying, dying of hunger and thirst,
In this chaos, we forget that we were made for light.

We are microcosms, intertwined worlds,
But we live like islands, broken solitudes.
We are blinded by our mind, our ego,
We forget that we are all one, a network of souls hatched.

We are like the universe, full of mysteries,
Inner worlds, which cannot be seen with a single glance.
We are rich, connected, but we live like loners,
Planets without a sun, wandering in the dark.

Our children are the stars, who could shine so brightly,
But we leave them in the shadows, in a world without comfort.
We are cosmic beings, made for harmony,
But we lose ourselves in violence, in lives in agony.

Every smile, every tear, is a universe in itself,
We should protect them, nourish them with our faith.
But we fight, we tear each other apart, we forget each other in hatred,
We are made for love, but we cultivate pain.

We are like the universe, full of mysteries,
Inner worlds, which cannot be seen with a single glance.
We are rich, connected, but we live like loners,
Planets without a sun, wandering in the dark.

We are made for the light, to shine together,
But we get lost in nothingness, in trembling dreams.
We are beings of magic, souls in evolution,
But we break down in the shadows, in illusions of division.

Look beyond the mirror, see this immensity,
We are all universes, intertwined stars.
We must remember that we are all united,
Divine microcosms, filled with life.

We are like the universe, full of mysteries,
Inner worlds, which cannot be seen with a single glance.
We are rich, connected, but we live like loners,
Planets without a sun, wandering in the dark.

Our children are treasures, jewels to be protected,
But we expose them to darkness, to hatred, to danger.
We forget that they are the light, our hope and our faith,
And we let them get lost in chaos, without law.

We are guardians of life, protectors of the divine,
But we behave like blind people, in a world without end.
We must rediscover wisdom, the unity of our being,
To save our children, our unborn future.

We are like the universe, full of mysteries,
Inner worlds, which cannot be seen with a single glance.
We are rich, connected, but we live like loners,
Planets without a sun, wandering in the dark.

We are made to love, to share the light,
But we get lost in the shadows, in ephemeral dreams.
We must open our eyes, see the beauty in us,
Rediscover love, this sweet force.

Each being is a cosmos, a star to cherish,
We must protect this light, so that it can grow.
We are all miracles, living universes,
We must learn to love, to see beyond time.

We are like the universe, full of mysteries,
Inner worlds, which cannot be seen with a single glance.
We are rich, connected, but we live like loners,
Planets without a sun, wandering in the dark.

Look at the starry sky, see this immensity,
We are all universes, intertwined souls.
We must remember our bond, our unity,
To save our world, our humanity.

We are made for the light, to shine together,
But we must find wisdom, in this trembling world.
We are microcosms, mysteries to explore,
Divine souls, made to love and protect.

We are like the universe, full of mysteries,
Inner worlds, which cannot be seen with a single glance.

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Under the starry sky, the night is sacred,
Christmas brings us together, in a sweet enchanted ballet.
Children's dreams, hearts full of joy,
The world is adorned with magic, under the star of faith.

In a humble stable, a miracle was born,
The child Jesus, surrounded by tenderness and peace.
The wise men came, in their golden cloaks,
Guided by the star, their path was traced.

The animals around, respectful and gentle,
Offer their warmth, under this pure sky.
The night is blessed, an eternal moment,
Where love is big, on this Christmas day.

It's Christmas, joy, dreams, the divine child,
Hearts draw closer, under the shining star.
The snowflakes fall, delicate and fine,
The magic of Christmas, such a subtle time.

Children dream, under the twinkling stars,
Their secret wishes, carried by the singing breeze.
The candles flicker in the windows, a soft light,
Indicating that a plate is there, for the one who coughs.

The world is adorned with lights, with shared warmth,
Each house is a refuge, a promise of friendship.
Snow covers the earth, a cloak of purity,
Christmas is a time when our souls are soothed.

It's Christmas, joy, dreams, the divine child,
Hearts draw closer, under the shining star.
The snowflakes fall, delicate and fine,
The magic of Christmas, such a subtle time.

The sacred period brings hearts together,
In every home, a sweet happiness resonates.
The laughter, the songs, the shared gifts,
Make Christmas a blessed moment, a moment of fraternity.

Love lights up our lives, like the star in the sky,
Every smile, every gesture, a marvel.
Souls find themselves, under the sign of the divine,
Christmas is a miracle, an endless magic.

It's Christmas, joy, dreams, the divine child,
Hearts draw closer, under the shining star.
The snowflakes fall, delicate and fine,
The magic of Christmas, such a subtle time.

Childhood memories, soft as snow,
They come back to rock us, guide us, protect us.
Traditions are perpetuated, stories are told,
Every Christmas is unique, a new imprint.

Hearts open, generosity grows,
We share, we give, a spirit that unites us.
Christmas lights twinkle in the night
Recalling the love that never ends.

It's Christmas, joy, dreams, the divine child,
Hearts draw closer, under the shining star.
The snowflakes fall, delicate and fine,
The magic of Christmas, such a subtle time.

Christmas carols ring in the air,
Every note, every word, a message of light.
We celebrate life, love and faith,
Christmas is a promise, a time of joy.

Families gather around a feast,
Sharing stories, endless laughter.
The stars shine in the pristine sky
Christmas is a dream, an enchanted reality.

It's Christmas, joy, dreams, the divine child,
Hearts draw closer, under the shining star.
The snowflakes fall, delicate and fine,
The magic of Christmas, such a subtle time.

Hands are stretched out, hearts open wide,
Every gesture of love makes us children.
The gifts under the tree are symbols of affection,
Christmas is a celebration that unites nations.

Eyes meet, sparks in their eyes,
We remember that love is precious.
Christmas is a break, in this hectic world,
A moment to love, to remember.

It's Christmas, joy, dreams, the divine child,
Hearts draw closer, under the shining star.
The snowflakes fall, delicate and fine,
The magic of Christmas, such a subtle time.

The stars watch over this sacred night,
Christmas is a miracle, a moment of pure truth.
We feel peace, joy and love,
Christmas is a promise, an eternal return.

Souls bond, in a surge of tenderness,
Christmas is a light that never ceases.
We celebrate life, the divine child and the star,
Christmas is a magic, which envelops us like a veil.

It's Christmas, joy, dreams, the divine child,
Hearts draw closer, under the shining star.
The snowflakes fall, delicate and fine,
The magic of Christmas, such a subtle time.

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I'm going to tell you about those who think they know everything,
Haughty and proud, they believe they are at the summit of power.
The first will be the last, it is written, it is certain,
Wolves without fangs, foxes, sharks.

They walk with their heads held high, don't look around,
Self-confident, blinded by false glamour.
Their hearts are closed, their ears deaf,
They don't see the truth, they don't understand love.

They feel superior, despise others,
Their words are blows, their looks are mistakes.
But behind appearances, they are lost,
Navigating in the shadows, blind and confused.

The first will be the last, it’s so true,
They think they are strong, but they are wrong, lost.
Proud and united, they sink into the dark,
Giving lessons is their illusory art.

They move forward together, a pack of vanity,
United in their pride, their false dignity.
Their smiles are masks, their words lies,
They live in a bubble, unaware of what is eating away at them.

They don't know how to listen, they don't want to understand,
They believe they are invincible, but ignorance overwhelms them.
Their advice is in vain, their lessons useless,
They swim gloriously in a hostile world.

The first will be the last, it’s so true,
They think they are strong, but they are wrong, lost.
Proud and united, they sink into the dark,
Giving lessons is their illusory art.

Their souls are dull, their hearts hardened,
They don't see the light, they don't know life.
In their arrogance they ignore wisdom,
They think they know everything, but live in distress.

They are everywhere, these fake paper giants,
Glorying in nothing, not knowing how to love.
Their lives are lies, brilliant illusions,
They are the kings of a kingdom of burning ashes.

The first will be the last, it’s so true,
They think they are strong, but they are wrong, lost.
Proud and united, they sink into the dark,
Giving lessons is their illusory art.

They advance without seeing, deaf to the truth,
Their paths are dark, their future, darkness.
They believe themselves to be immortal, invincible and great,
But they will fall, facing their own nothingness.

They despise the humble, ignore the wise,
Get lost in their pride, it’s their only baggage.
They learn nothing, never change,
Their lives are shadows, forgotten dreams.

The first will be the last, it’s so true,
They think they are strong, but they are wrong, lost.
Proud and united, they sink into the dark,
Giving lessons is their illusory art.

Their advice is poison, their words are chains,
They do not free anyone, only bring pain.
Their hearts are closed, their minds darkened,
They don't understand the beauty of life.

They live in a cage, golden but narrow,
Do not see the light, ignore their own fault.
Their superiority is a fragile illusion,
Their empire of wind, their useless kingdom.

The first will be the last, it’s so true,
They think they are strong, but they are wrong, lost.
Proud and united, they sink into the dark,
Giving lessons is their illusory art.

They think they are infallible, above the law,
But their arrogance leads them to their own fear.
They have no roots, no real foundation,
Their lives are facades, obvious lies.

Their eyes only see their own reflection,
Ignore others, don't know how to love.
Their hearts are cold, their souls desert,
They lose themselves in nothingness, in tragic madness.

The first will be the last, it’s so true,
They think they are strong, but they are wrong, lost.
Proud and united, they sink into the dark,
Giving lessons is their illusory art.

They are the architects of their own downfall,
Ignoring the signs, battening down the hatches.
Their pride is their burden, their ephemeral glory,
They will end up alone, in an austere desert.

Their lives are lessons, but they understand nothing,
Thinking themselves immortal, believing themselves saints.
They will learn too late that humility is key,
That you have to love others to truly exist.

The first will be the last, it’s so true,
They think they are strong, but they are wrong, lost.
Proud and united, they sink into the dark,
Giving lessons is their illusory art.

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I'm going to tell you about a man who thinks he's a wren,
Proud and haughty, serene in his misery, evil forever.
He judges, he estimates, he weighs, without an ounce of a soul,
a vile human, an obese mind, a heart without flame.

It destroys, reduces, annihilates everything without respite,
He does not have the intelligence to understand his reprieve.
His actions are crimes, he thinks he is safe,
Unaware that God has already seen it. It's sure, he'll pay.

He believes he is invincible, above the law,
Does not know that his time is limited, that he is already my prey.
His days are written, his judgment already sealed,
He will lead his troop into nothingness, desperate souls.

You spit on life, on peace, on the souls of the righteous, sad Tower of Pisa,
But the contrary wind hits you, your illusions are shattered, your hopes are reduced.
You think you're a giant, but you're just an insect, a despicable being.
Your empire will collapse, your arrogance is a trap. Your mind is suspect.
You piss on the round table by usurping your first name,
You shame my chivalrous values, Castro herald of death.
You are my prey, it's too late, already between my fangs, my reputation,
I'll leave you there, hanging to your sad fate.

His little family follows, believing they are giants,
Ignoring the precipice ahead, blinded by its song.
They feed on hatred, feed on lies,
One day, their world will collapse, they will lose the essence of their dreams.

They spit on the light, trample the righteous for money,
Their hearts are abysses, chasms of sadness, caught up in nothingness.
But the day will come when they will pay their debts. God will whip their butts.
The wind will rise, sweeping away their miseries and their false promises.

You spit on life, on peace, on the souls of the righteous, sad Tower of Pisa,
But the contrary wind hits you, your illusions are shattered, your hopes are reduced.
You think you're a giant, but you're just an insect, a despicable being.
Your empire will collapse, your arrogance is a trap. Your mind is suspect.
You piss on the round table by usurping your first name,
You shame my chivalrous values, Castro herald of death.
You are my prey, it's too late, already between my fangs, my reputation,
I'll leave you there, hanging to your sad fate.

He thinks he is king, but he is only a fool,
Makes fun of the weak, laughs at the gentlest.
His kingdom is made of sand, a castle ready to collapse,
Ignoring the storm that will come to devastate him.

He thinks he reigns, but his throne is fragile and lamentable,
His days are numbered, his end inevitable.
He doesn't see the signs, refuses to understand,
That his reign of terror is about to break.

You spit on life, on peace, on the souls of the righteous, sad Tower of Pisa,
But the contrary wind hits you, your illusions are shattered, your hopes are reduced.
You think you're a giant, but you're just an insect, a despicable being.
Your empire will collapse, your arrogance is a trap. Your mind is suspect.
You piss on the round table by usurping your first name,
You shame my chivalrous values, Castro herald of death.
You are my prey, it's too late, already between my fangs, my reputation,
I'll leave you there, hanging to your sad fate.

He destroys everything in his path, blinded by pride,
But his heart is a cage, imprisoned in mourning.
He doesn't understand life, doesn't see beauty,
His misery is his burden, he is well condemned.

He thinks he is invincible, above the law,
But every bad act, every mistake, is a weight on his soul.
He will be lost in his fall, without remission, without confession.
His judgment will come, it will be his perdition. Without remission.

You spit on life, on peace, on the souls of the righteous, sad Tower of Pisa,
But the contrary wind hits you, your illusions are shattered, your hopes are reduced.
You think you're a giant, but you're just an insect, a despicable being.
Your empire will collapse, your arrogance is a trap. Your mind is suspect.
You piss on the round table by usurping your first name,
You shame my chivalrous values, Castro herald of death.
You are my prey, it's too late, already between my fangs, my reputation,
I'll leave you there, hanging to your sad fate.

He drags his people into his wake of hatred,
Promises them lies, dreams of useless and vain riches.
But the truth will catch up with them, implacable and harsh,
They will find themselves alone, facing their dark future.

They believe they are invincible, unaware of their destiny,
But time spares no one, they will pay in the end.
Their hearts are of stone, but the light will shine through,
Their arrogance will be their downfall, their pride will die.

You spit on life, on peace, on the souls of the righteous, sad Tower of Pisa,
But the contrary wind hits you, your illusions are shattered, your hopes are reduced.
You think you're a giant, but you're just an insect, a despicable being.
Your empire will collapse, your arrogance is a trap. Your mind is suspect.
You piss on the round table by usurping your first name,
You shame my chivalrous values, Castro herald of death.
You are my prey, it's too late, already between my fangs, my reputation,
I'll leave you there, hanging to your sad fate.

Their cynical laughter will fall silent in the night,
Their false certainties will be swept away by life.
They will discover too late that their path is in vain,
Their dreams of grandeur will end in heartbreak.

They thought they would dominate, believed themselves immortal,
But they will be the last, in this cruel world.
Their lessons will be tales of vanity,
And they will learn, too late, true humility.

You spit on life, on peace, on the souls of the righteous, sad Tower of Pisa,
But the contrary wind hits you, your illusions are shattered, your hopes are reduced.
You think you're a giant, but you're just an insect, a despicable being.
Your empire will collapse, your arrogance is a trap. Your mind is suspect.
You piss on the round table by usurping your first name,
You shame my chivalrous values, Castro herald of death.
You are my prey, it's too late, already between my fangs, my reputation,
I'll leave you there, hanging to your sad fate.

The wind will rise, sweeping away their false dreams,
Their empire of sand will collapse without respite.
They will see themselves in the mirror of their errors,
Will finally understand their insignificance, their fear.

Their lives of falsehood, lies and pride,
Will be revealed in the light of truth.
They will fall from their pedestal, dazzled by the clarity,
Their arrogance broken, they will know humility.

You spit on life, on peace, on the souls of the righteous, sad Tower of Pisa,
But the contrary wind hits you, your illusions are shattered, your hopes are reduced.
You think you're a giant, but you're just an insect, a despicable being.
Your empire will collapse, your arrogance is a trap. Your mind is suspect.
You piss on the round table by usurping your first name,
You shame my chivalrous values, Castro herald of death.
You are my prey, it's too late, already between my fangs, my reputation,
I'll leave you there, hanging to your sad fate.

And when it's all over, when they've lost everything,
They will realize their mistakes, finally disappointed.
The wind will have swept them away, carried away by the truth,
Their arrogance dissipated, they will learn humility.

God will then have accomplished his tasks, erasing the errors.
Allowed the righteous to move forward far from their resentments.
You are just a criminal that we wanted to spare,
You preferred to reject the being you abused. Never forgiven again.

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What if we all talked about these tired families,
Who let TV educate their children, disillusioned.
They no longer have the strength, the energy to support them,
Filler children, with no love to harvest.

In front of the screens, little ones grow up, amazed.
Except for begging for family allowances, their parents remain asleep.
Kids absorb images and sounds without discernment,
Ubiquitous media, forming nice doggies, obediently.

The parents, exhausted, let themselves go,
Television becomes a nanny, a guide on the fly.
Children grow up, without real reference points,
Their world is limited to endless screens.

Educated by TV, children without horizons,
Media puppets, pawns without question.
Their dreams are lost in imposed programs,
Their souls wither away, in a televised world.

The parents, overwhelmed, say to themselves that it's simpler,
To let the screen speak, without worrying about fear.
Children become passive, without real questioning,
Their mind molds itself to the contours of the screen, obediently.

With their eyes glued to the screen, they learn to obey,
To artificial values, to junk dreams.
They don't know the warmth of a hug,
Their world is cold, made of pixels with no future.

Educated by TV, children without horizons,
Media puppets, pawns without question.
Their dreams are lost in imposed programs,
Their souls wither away, in a televised world.

The parents, who have resigned, rely on the screen,
Children get lost in an incoherent world.
Their minds formatted by looping advertisements,
They forget to dream, their hopes flow.

They no longer know the games, the laughter in the open air,
Their worlds are confined, between four austere walls.
The parents look, but no longer really see,
Their children grow up, without love, without encouragement.

Educated by TV, children without horizons,
Media puppets, pawns without question.
Their dreams are lost in imposed programs,
Their souls wither away, in a televised world.

The screens dictate morality, the choices to follow,
Children learn to live in a world that tears them apart.
Their values ​​are superficial, their hearts anesthetized,
They no longer know how to love, or really dream.

The parents, absent, let it happen without saying anything,
Children get lost, in a zapping maze with no future.
Their education takes place in images and sounds,
They grow up without a guide, without a real horizon.

Educated by TV, children without horizons,
Media puppets, pawns without question.
Their dreams are lost in imposed programs,
Their souls wither away, in a televised world.

Their minds are shaped by imposed models,
They no longer know how to think for themselves, chained.
The parents, tired, look without seeing,
Their children get lost in this hopeless world.

They grow up without love, without true guidance,
Their souls are tarnished, in an impalpable world.
The parents, resigned, accept this drift,
Without realizing the evil they cultivate.

Educated by TV, children without horizons,
Media puppets, pawns without question.
Their dreams are lost in imposed programs,
Their souls wither away, in a televised world.

Children learn to consume, to obey,
To dummy models, with no real future.
Their hearts harden, their hopes fade,
They become adults without dreams, without soul.

The parents, disconnected, let it happen without reacting,
Their children become shadows, without desire.
They follow paths traced by the screen,
Forgetting to live, to really dream.

Educated by TV, children without horizons,
Media puppets, pawns without question.
Their dreams are lost in imposed programs,
Their souls wither away, in a televised world.

The parents, guilty of their own resignation,
Let their children grow up without a real mission.
They become formatted adults, without imagination,
Their future is dark, with no real direction.

But in this world of shadows, a light can shine,
If parents resume their role, take care of real needs.
Children can still learn to love,
To dream, to hope, far from screens and despair.

Educated by TV, children without horizons,
Media puppets, pawns without question.
Their dreams are lost in imposed programs,
Their souls wither away, in a televised world.

Parents, take back your roles, guide your children,
Far from screens and illusions, give them a real present again.
Teach them to dream, to truly love,
So that they grow up happy, far from this stifling world.

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There are people on Earth without any scruples,
Who create shit everywhere, in every alley they swarm.
When the people finally express their fed up,
They demonstrate, shout their anger, without control.

They throw stones, break windows, lost leftists
Who attack the innocent, believe themselves to be the kings of the streets.
Their rage devastates, without reason, without purpose, impure souls,
They have no morals, just loud screams.

They pillage and destroy, ignite in the night,
Their acts of violence, the chaos they continue.
Their lives are storms, without direction or law,
They feed on hatred, anger and faith.

Rage and violence, that’s all they know,
Spreading shit everywhere, that's their only voice.
When the people rise, they shout their anger,
But they never seek to repair, to redo.

Their cries echo in the devastated streets,
Their hearts are volcanoes, ready to explode.
They don't care about the consequences, the broken lives,
Their rage is blind, their conscience anesthetized.

They have no respect for peace, for order,
Their goal is to sow chaos, ever stronger.
Their actions are cries of hopeless distress,
They don't seek to build, just to see the world fall.

Rage and violence, that’s all they know,
Spreading shit everywhere, that's their only voice.
When the people rise, they shout their anger,
But they never seek to repair, to redo.

They walk in the streets, torches in hand,
Their eyes shine with madness, with endless hatred.
They have no respect for the lives around,
Their goal is to destroy like sad vultures.

Their actions are cries of distress, of despair,
Their life is a whirlwind, a race without a mirror.
They feed on chaos, screaming and crying,
Their rage is a poison that eats away at every heart.

Rage and violence, that’s all they know,
Spreading shit everywhere, that's their only voice.
When the people rise, they shout their anger,
But they never seek to repair, to redo.

Their lives are storms, hurricanes of hatred,
Their rage is a fire that burns without end.
They attack the weak, the defenseless innocent,
Their violence is a cry of their own suffering.

They have no morals, no conscience,
Their actions are bursts of pure madness.
Their world is a hell that they create every day,
Their rage is a venom that kills every love.

Rage and violence, that’s all they know,
Spreading shit everywhere, that's their only voice.
When the people rise, they shout their anger,
But they never seek to repair, to redo.

They call themselves revolutionaries, but build nothing,
Their goal is to destroy, to sow sorrow.
Their actions are cries of their own distress,
They are not looking for peace, just to sow sadness.

Their lives are storms, without port or shelter,
Their rage is a poison that eats away mercilessly.
They have no respect for life, for love,
Their goal is to destroy, to sow chaos every day.

Rage and violence, that’s all they know,
Spreading shit everywhere, that's their only voice.
When the people rise, they shout their anger,
But they never seek to repair, to redo.

Their cries echo in the burning streets,
Their hearts are volcanoes, ready to explode.
They have no respect for peace, for order,
Their goal is to sow chaos, ever stronger.

Their actions are cries of hopeless distress,
They don't seek to build, just to see the world fall.
They feed on hatred, anger and fear,
Their rage is a poison that eats away at every heart.

Rage and violence, that’s all they know,
Spreading shit everywhere, that's their only voice.
When the people rise, they shout their anger,
But they never seek to repair, to redo.

They are the shadows that haunt our streets,
Their lives are storms, without port or shelter.
Their rage is a fire that burns without end,
They don't seek peace, just to sow sorrow.

Their actions are bursts of pure madness,
Their world is a hell that they create every day.
Their rage is a poison that kills every love,
They never seek to understand, just to always destroy.

Rage and violence, that’s all they know,
Spreading shit everywhere, that's their only voice.
When the people rise, they shout their anger,
But they never seek to repair, to redo.

Their world is a chaos that they feed endlessly,
Their lives are storms, hurricanes of hatred.
But a day will come when their rage will be overcome,
And peace will be reborn, where they destroyed everything.

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