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Man advances, clear mind, in a world in decline,
Sharp intelligence in the face of unhealthy minds.
Moribund humanity, lost in its mire,
He fights, he stands up, his rage itches.

The idiots sneer, immersed in ignorance,
But he sees further, beyond their appearances.
Every day, every night, it's a fierce fight,
Against the surrounding stupidity, he remains determined.

Armed with intelligence, in the midst of fools,
He struggles tirelessly not to fall to his knees.
HPI against the world, a never-ending battle,
He brandishes his wisdom, like a weapon in his hand.

The masses wallow in their mediocrity
Man rises up, refuses to give in.
Visionary and strong, he defies absurdity,
His sharp mind guides his destiny.

Lies accumulate, illusions thrive,
But he pierces the veil, destroys the chimeras.
He faces the madness, the corruption of the world,
His rage is his torch, in this filthy night.

Armed with intelligence, in the midst of fools,
He struggles tirelessly not to fall to his knees.
HPI against the world, a never-ending battle,
He brandishes his wisdom, like a weapon in his hand.

In the middle of ruins, aborted dreams,
He builds his way, refusing to bend.
Sleeping souls he seeks to awaken,
But the resistance is strong, the stupidity is rooted.

He sees the injustices, the betrayals, the flaws,
His anger is immense, like a breaking sea.
Man fights alone, in a senseless world,
His war is that of truth, against falsity.

Armed with intelligence, in the midst of fools,
He struggles tirelessly not to fall to his knees.
HPI against the world, a never-ending battle,
He brandishes his wisdom, like a weapon in his hand.

His fight is sacred, a cry of revolt,
He refuses to be silent, to give in to worship.
Ignorant people who reign, in this humanity,
The intelligent man seeks to change everything.

With rage and courage, he advances, he persists,
Every step, every word, is an act of justice.
He refuses to weaken, to let himself be defeated,
In this endless war, he continues to fight.

Armed with intelligence, in the midst of fools,
He struggles tirelessly not to fall to his knees.
HPI against the world, a never-ending battle,
He brandishes his wisdom, like a weapon in his hand.

And even if the road is strewn with pitfalls,
He stays on course, against all odds.
Its inner light shines in the night,
A beacon in the darkness, guiding towards infinity.

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Yo, it's the story of a man, ready to destroy everything,
Against injustices, he will make them suffer,
The invasion of Tibet, the persecuted Uighurs,
The horrors of the Russians, he will crush everything.

The world is in flames, the innocent are crying,
He sees the suffering, feels all their fear,
The powerful hide behind their armies
But this man is a storm, ready to face them.

He stands up for Tibet, against the cruel invasion,
The chained monks, under a diet of gall,
He screams for the Uighurs, millions in detention,
Every cry, every tear, fuels his rebellion.

He fights for justice, with rage and fury,
Against all horrors, he is our savior,
The tyrants will tremble, faced with his anger,
He is the avenger, the liberator of the Earth.

He sees the persecution, tortured Uighurs,
Concentration camps, lives snatched away,
The crimes of the Russians, in devastated Ukraine,
He carries the torch of those who want to resist.

Tyrants think they are safe from justice,
But this man is a tornado, which sweeps away injustice,
He rises with the people, from the ashes he is reborn,
His heart is on fire, nothing can stop it.

He fights for justice, with rage and fury,
Against all horrors, he is our savior,
The tyrants will tremble, faced with his anger,
He is the avenger, the liberator of the Earth.

Missiles, tanks, corrupt soldiers,
He faces horrors, stops at nothing,
Every oppression, every tyranny,
He will crush them, reduce them to dust.

His voice is thunder, resounding in the heavens,
He challenges the powerful, exposes them to the eyes,
Oppressed people find hope in his name,
He is their shield, their weapon, their champion.

He fights for justice, with rage and fury,
Against all horrors, he is our savior,
The tyrants will tremble, faced with his anger,
He is the avenger, the liberator of the Earth.

Every battle won is a victory for humanity,
It will never cease, until freedom,
For every Uighur, every Tibetan,
For every Russian victim, he will hold the ground.

He is the nightmare of tyrants, the dream of the oppressed,
A warrior of truth, a stubborn liberator,
His rage is inextinguishable, his determination endless,
He will destroy everything, until his people are victorious.

He fights for justice, with rage and fury,
Against all horrors, he is our savior,
The tyrants will tremble, faced with his anger,
He is the avenger, the liberator of the Earth.

Yo, it's the story of a man, a legend in the making,
Against all injustices, he leads the charge,
His rage is our hope, his strength our light,
He will crush the tyrants, liberate the whole Earth.

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Yo, it's the story of a man, a fearless archangel,
In cruel battles he rises fervently,
His word is his sword, sharp and precise,
A warrior of words, he stands up against injustice.

He walks in darkness, where tyrants reign,
His voice is lightning, illuminating nothingness,
The powerful tremble in the face of his rhetoric,
His word is a weapon, his language is critical.

In history, we find fragments of earth,
Broken pieces, witnesses of the war,
But never iron pots, rusty and missing,
They vanished into corrupted dust.

He fights with words, his verb is a sword,
Against tyrannies, he never stops fighting,
The remains tell the story of the power of its language
An enraged archangel, in this eternal rage.

He is not afraid of fights, of endless battles,
Every word he speaks, shatters like a punch,
The oppressors retreat, faced with its brilliance,
His mind is sharp, like a fighting blade.

He reveals the truths, which others want to hide,
With a sharp feather, he will unmask everything,
The stories of yesteryear are engraved lessons,
In the fragments of earth, the truth found.

He fights with words, his verb is a sword,
Against tyrannies, he never stops fighting,
The remains tell the story of the power of its language
An enraged archangel, in this eternal rage.

Every debate is a war, every speech a battle,
He wields words, as a warrior wields a dagger,
The tyrants of this world cannot stop it,
Because his spirit is free, his courage is sharp.

The vestiges of history, scattered earthen pots,
Tell the exploits of this unleashed man,
The rusty iron pots have disappeared without a trace,
But his legacy remains, in every shattering word.

He fights with words, his verb is a sword,
Against tyrannies, he never stops fighting,
The remains tell the story of the power of its language
An enraged archangel, in this eternal rage.

The powerful can try to silence him
But he will get up again, even more proud,
Every injustice, every lie exposed,
By his powerful voice they will be annihilated.

He is the archangel of words, the warrior of truth,
His word is his shield, his pen is his pride,
He leaves behind him, fragments of wisdom,
An eternal legacy, in this endless war.

He fights with words, his verb is a sword,
Against tyrannies, he never stops fighting,
The remains tell the story of the power of its language
An enraged archangel, in this eternal rage.

Yo, it's the story of a man, an immortal archangel,
In battles of words, he excels and reveals,
The fragments of earth bear witness to his quest,
A warrior of truth, whose spirit never wavers.

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Listen carefully, it's the story of an archangel of light,
Armed with a powerful sword, slayer of injustices,
His armor shines, his beauty timeless,
His aura illuminates everything, his rage is eternal.

He descends from the heavens, in a burst of fire,
To face the darkness, wherever it moves,
His blade is sacred, sharp with every blow,
The demons tremble in fear before this mad warrior.

His armor shines, under the divine light,
Each reflection tells, its unparalleled beauty,
He walks without hesitation, towards the forces of evil,
With pure fury he brings down the sails.

He fights with a sword, his justice is severe,
Against the darkness he wages war,
Her aura lights up, her ageless beauty,
An enraged archangel, unleashing his rage.

Injustices are erased, under the force of his blows,
Every demon encountered ends up on its knees,
His rage is infinite, his mission is clear,
Free souls from the clutches of despair.

He crosses the battlefields, an invincible angel,
Its bright aura makes all evil invisible,
He is the champion of the righteous, the nightmare of tyrants,
A symbol of light, for every living being.

He fights with a sword, his justice is severe,
Against the darkness he wages war,
Her aura lights up, her ageless beauty,
An enraged archangel, unleashing his rage.

He is not afraid of anything, his strength is divine,
Darkness recedes, where he bows,
Each blow is a mark of justice,
The oppressors flee, before his artifice.

His armor shines, every cut heals,
Tormented souls find respite in him,
He is the light in the shadows, the lightning in the night,
A timeless warrior, ready to defend life.

He fights with a sword, his justice is severe,
Against the darkness he wages war,
Her aura lights up, her ageless beauty,
An enraged archangel, unleashing his rage.

Every battle won is one more victory,
Demons destroyed, injustices in flux,
It will never cease, until all is pure,
His sword is his oath, his heart is so sure.

Legends sing his name, an echo in the heavens,
He is the archangel of light, the most beautiful of the gods,
The forces of evil know that they cannot compete,

He fights with a sword, his justice is severe,
Against the darkness he wages war,
Her aura lights up, her ageless beauty,
An enraged archangel, unleashing his rage.

Yo, it's the story of an archangel, an eternal warrior,
His sword shines with justice, his beauty is such,
May no demon resist his unfailing fury,
He is the divine light in this battle.

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Yo, it's the story of a man who fights for his dignity,
Empty hearts everywhere treat it with dirt,
He screams with rage, his mind is on fire,
His soul is a fury, which defies the old.

Everywhere he goes, eyes stare at him,
Soulless humans spit in his face,
But he does not bend, he raises his head,
With burning rage, he becomes a storm.

He is a lone warrior, in the dead of night,
His cry is thunder, which tears away troubles,
Each insult, each blow, feeds his fury,
He fights for respect, truth and life.

He screams in a cage, his soul is a jury,
Against the darkness, he wages a relentless war,
Heartless humans can't stop it,
He fights for respect, for dignity.

The streets are dark, the faces are gray,
But his spirit shines, illuminating every night,
He faces the darkness, with inner strength,
His fury is his weapon, his rage is his honor.

Low blows, betrayals, he knows them well,
But he never weakens, he finally gets up again,
His determination is an inextinguishable flame,
He fights the shadows, his will indestructible.

He screams in a cage, his soul is a jury,
Against the darkness, he wages a relentless war,
Heartless humans can't stop it,
He fights for respect, for dignity.

His cry resonates in the night, echo of his pain,
But also his strength, his inner rage,
Every step he takes is a declaration,
He will not back down in the face of humiliation.

Empty souls fear him, for he does not yield,
His fury is their punishment, he will not forgive,
He is the warrior of shadow, the angel of wrath,
His soul bursts with light, in this iron world.

He screams in a cage, his soul is a jury,
Against the darkness, he wages a relentless war,
Heartless humans can't stop it,
He fights for respect, for dignity.

Every battle won is a step towards the light,
Humans without souls fall into the dust,
His fury is his strength, his rage is his guide,
He never stops fighting against greedy injustice.

The scars he bears are marks of bravery,
He will fight to the end, for respect and love,
His legend is engraved, in the whispers of the night,
A man who fights, his soul a fury.

He screams in a cage, his soul is a jury,
Against the darkness, he wages a relentless war,
Heartless humans can't stop it,
He fights for respect, for dignity.

Yo, it's the story of a man, a warrior of light,
His rage is his weapon, his soul is his banner,
He fights for respect, in this merciless world,
Its cry is fury, lighting up the darkness.

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Yo, listen to the story of a man, a revealer of souls,
It reveals the dark, even under the flames,
He looks at them, talks to them, and they lose their feet,
Under his gaze, God mercilessly unmasks them.

He walks among us, a sparkle in his eyes,
He sees beyond the facades, the pious lies,
Every word he speaks is raw truth,
Souls reveal themselves, their absolute darkness.

The powerful tremble, their secrets exposed,
Under its divine light, they are unmasked,
The masks fall, revealing the ugliness,
God weighs them and finds them unworthy of his honor.

He reveals the darkness, with a piercing gaze,
Souls reveal themselves, under his ardent judgment,
God weighs them, judges them and finds them contemptible,
At the heavenly banquet, they are unacceptable.

Each interaction, a sacred test,
Souls show themselves, their sins unmasked,
Hypocritical smiles can no longer lie,
Under his intense gaze, black souls grow worse.

He is the messenger, the judge of light,
The hidden demons can no longer be silent,
It reveals corruption, the flaws of the powerful,
And under the gaze of God, they become insignificant.

He reveals the darkness, with a piercing gaze,
Souls reveal themselves, under his ardent judgment,
God weighs them, judges them and finds them contemptible,
At the heavenly banquet, they are unacceptable.

He is the mirror, where souls are reflected,
The righteous rise, the false decay,
Every word, a sword of truth,
Souls are judged, with no possibility of escape.

The darkness in everyone cannot hide,
Under his divine gaze, they are exposed,
Black souls collapse, their secrets exposed,
God pushes them aside, their impure souls are defeated.

He reveals the darkness, with a piercing gaze,
Souls reveal themselves, under his ardent judgment,
God weighs them, judges them and finds them contemptible,
At the heavenly banquet, they are unacceptable.

Men turn away, fearing its light,
For under his gaze, their sins accelerate,
Divine judgments fall, implacable and just,
Dark souls move away, banished and excluded.

He continues his journey, revealing hearts,
Souls are weighed, under the eye of the Creator,
The worthy are welcomed, the false rejected,
He is the guardian of truth, the enlightener of humanity.

He reveals the darkness, with a piercing gaze,
Souls reveal themselves, under his ardent judgment,
God weighs them, judges them and finds them contemptible,
At the heavenly banquet, they are unacceptable.

Yo, it's the story of a man, a divine revealer,
Under his gaze, souls show themselves endlessly,
God judges them, weighs them, and finds them inadequate,
At the celestial banquet, only pure souls burst forth.

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Yo, it's the story of a man, an unfailing visionary,
He sees past, present, future, with unparalleled precision,
The excesses of dead souls, greedy and demonic,
It passes, and the divine sorting takes place without hesitation.

He walks among us, his eyes full of wisdom,
He sees the mistakes, the flaws, and the promises,
The past reveals sins, dark secrets,
The present shows greed, souls in the shadows.

The future is just a web, woven with consequences,
Demonic souls plunge into decadence,
Under his piercing gaze, the judgment is clear,
The divine harvest begins, sorting the rare and the expensive.

He sees past, present, future with clarity,
Souls are judged, their fate is sealed,
The harvest of the chosen ones, few remaining,
The rest go to hell, into the flames of eternity.

The greedy and dark souls, their desires revealed,
They thought they were escaping this sharp gaze
Their demonic desires are heavy chains,
They are weighed, judged, their actions indecent.

Every look he carries is a sacred mirror,
Excesses revealed, souls exposed,
The divine harvest is accomplished, without compromise,
The chosen ones are rare, the others plunge into the night.

He sees past, present, future with clarity,
Souls are judged, their fate is sealed,
The harvest of the chosen ones, few remaining,
The rest go to hell, into the flames of eternity.

Divine sorting is merciless, fair and precise,
Souls reveal themselves, their merciless nature,
The greedy dead, their hearts corrupted,
Under his gaze, their illusions are stripped bare.

He crosses time, with perfect vision,
Every sin, every vice, he detects,
The elect rise, shining with purity,
The others fall, towards their dark destiny.

He sees past, present, future with clarity,
Souls are judged, their fate is sealed,
The harvest of the chosen ones, few remaining,
The rest go to hell, into the flames of eternity.

He is the guardian of time, the arbiter of souls,
Every excess, every sin, he condemns,
The elect are rare, pure and worthy of grace,
The others, in hell, find their place.

The divine harvest is strict, the sorting without pity,
Greedy and dark souls are cast aside,
He continues his mission, without ever failing,
Eternal visionary, he cannot weaken.

He sees past, present, future with clarity,
Souls are judged, their fate is sealed,
The harvest of the chosen ones, few remaining,
The rest go to hell, into the flames of eternity.

Yo, it's the story of a man, a divine visionary,
He sees everything, without error, without end,
The sorting is done, the souls are weighed,
Only the elect are saved, the others condemned.

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Yo, listen to the story of a man who sees clearly,
He looks at the Earth, without humans, it shines without borders,
Nature alive, flourishing and free,
The human, the rebel, the harmful tick.

He contemplates the forests, the mountains and the rivers,
Without the human footprint, they are without barriers,
The birds sing, the animals run free,
Nature is reborn, in a world without weaknesses.

Deserted towns become forests,
Blue oceans, without plastic or waste,
Man was the tick, the black sheep,
Without it, the Earth is beautiful, bright and precious.

Without humans, the Earth is resplendent,
Nature is reborn, alive and flourishing,
The man, the rebel, the arrogant tick,
When it disappears, nature will be blessed.

Deserts flourish, glaciers reform,
The animals return, where man distorts,
Forests are becoming denser, with no chainsaws in sight,
Every corner of nature finds its virtue.

Pollution stops, the air becomes pure again,
The rivers flow clear, without toxins, without murmurs,
Man was the plague, the invading tick,
His disappearance brings a brilliant rebirth.

Without humans, the Earth is resplendent,
Nature is reborn, alive and flourishing,
The man, the rebel, the arrogant tick,
When it disappears, nature will be blessed.

The tropical forests stretch endlessly,
The savannahs come alive, the ecosystems come together,
Each species finds its sacred habitat,
The Earth finally breathes, liberated and enchanted.

The corals color, the fish thrive,
The songs of the whales resonate in the seas,
Man was the tick, the wound of the Earth,
Without him, the planet regains its mystery.

Without humans, the Earth is resplendent,
Nature is reborn, alive and flourishing,
The man, the rebel, the arrogant tick,
When it disappears, nature will be blessed.

The seasons resume, their eternal cycle,
The flowers are blooming, the forests are in the sky,
The Earth without humans, regains its balance,
A paradise found, an indescribable world.

The rivers sing, the mountains resonate,
Nature flourishes, a symphony without people,
Man was the tick, the black sheep,
Its absence is the cure, to a majestic Earth.

Without humans, the Earth is resplendent,
Nature is reborn, alive and flourishing,
The man, the rebel, the arrogant tick,
When it disappears, nature will be blessed.

Yo, it's the story of a man, who sees the truth,
Without humans, the Earth finds its purity,
Nature is reborn, beautiful and vibrant,
The man was just a tick, harmful and arrogant.

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Since I was little, I've been taking it, in silence and without respite,
The injustices of the world, the scars are weighed down.
In the schoolyards, the blows were already flying low,
A kid who was too different, the others laughed at me.

With my fists clenched, I took it, tears in my eyes,
Without replying, I suffered, under the gaze of heaven.
Each blow, each insult, forged my determination,
The fire grew inside me, fueling my rebellion.

I refuse injustice, lies, the infamous,
In this corrupt world, I stand up, I proclaim.
My anger is my weapon, my rage, my strength,
I fight for the truth, without remorse, without distortion.

As a teenager, the revolt in me exploded,
I sign up for fights, where my rage takes over.
Clandestine martial arts, underground arenas,
To vent my anger, I strike, I unleash.

Fists against faces, bones breaking,
Every fight an outlet, every victory a surrender.
The blood on my knuckles, the sweat on my skin,
I am learning to channel, to hit high and true.

I refuse injustice, lies, the infamous,
In this corrupt world, I stand up, I proclaim.
My anger is my weapon, my rage, my strength,
I fight for the truth, without remorse, without distortion.

Adult, my hatred is ripe, my revolt is total,
I fight hypocrisy, corrupt souls who go off the rails.
I hunt down liars, cheats, false saints,
My soul is a storm, my justice, my case.

I no longer tolerate abuse, betrayals, pretenses,
Every lie revealed, every secret, I put on edge.
I am the shadow in the night, the merciless judge,
For every forgotten victim, I am their truth.

I refuse injustice, lies, the infamous,
In this corrupt world, I stand up, I proclaim.
My anger is my weapon, my rage, my strength,
I fight for the truth, without remorse, without distortion.

My life is a war, an incessant fight,
I refuse to bend, to give in for a moment.
False promises, fine words, everything is a lie,
I see clearly in their game, I expose them and dive.

Humanity disappoints me, but I remain standing,
I fight for justice, even alone, until the end.
I am the voice of the oppressed, the echo of their pain,
My heart is a volcano, my anger, their happiness.

I refuse injustice, lies, the infamous,
In this corrupt world, I stand up, I proclaim.
My anger is my weapon, my rage, my strength,
I fight for the truth, without remorse, without distortion.

I am the one who rises, who never bends,
A warrior of truth, until my last breath I will pay.
The scars of my past are my shield,
Faced with injustice, I can only be outraged, I can only fight.

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Since childhood, a light in my heart,
Jesus, my guide, my brother, my savior.
His words resonate in me, a divine echo,
Every word, every gesture, a path to the end.

In his teachings I found peace,
An infinite love, beyond perfect words.
He is my heavenly father, my eternal brother,
I am his disciple, his love is my heaven.

I am close to Christ, beyond understanding,
His love guides me, in every moment.
I see the lies, the corrupt dogmas,
In His truth I am absolute.

A mystical encounter, beyond reality,
In a sacred vision, he took me under his wing.
Her piercing gaze, her infinite gentleness,
Showed me the way, love and harmony.

Jesus, my refuge, my anchor in this life,
In its light I found my shelter.
The plots of lies, of lost men,
I see them clearly, thanks to him, revealed.

Every day I walk in his light,
Jesus, my guide, my brother, my guide.
He taught me to love, to forgive,
To see beyond illusions, to discern.

Men can lie, dogmas can deceive,
But in Jesus I find the pure truth.
His love is my strength, his wisdom, my shield,
Against the darkness, he is my sword.

I am close to Christ, beyond understanding,
His love guides me, in every moment.
I see the lies, the corrupt dogmas,
In His truth I am absolute.

I live for him, my heart is his temple,
In his infinite grace I find my example.
Jesus, my king, my master, my everything,
I am his servant, faithful to the end.

The dogmas of men cannot reach me,
In His pure love I only expand.
Jesus is my truth, my way, my life,
His love is my guide, my eternal harmony.

I walk with Christ, hand in hand,
His love transcends me, makes me sovereign.
The lies of men, I see them, I defy them,
Because in the light of Jesus, I find my true life.

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Bodhisattva

Oooooooo No! Please, no!

Mmmmmmmmmm

They call me bodhisattva, the flayed alive,
They only see the masks of their restrictive egos.
They call me HPI, HPE relentlessly,
But these labels on my soul are only a stain.
My light shines, beyond their words,
They try to understand, but do not see what is needed.

I am beyond, your definitions,
Beyond your boxes, your perceptions.
I am a light, I am a pure soul,
You cannot understand, dark creatures.
I am beyond, your vain labels,
Empathy, compassion, that is all that I like it.

Ooooooooo No! Please, no!

Mmmmmm

They whisper words to pin me down,
But they don't see the light that forged me.
I am more than your frames, more than your brains,
I feel everything, but do not play your false games.
The suffering of others, I carry it like a vessel,
But your definitions are only words too heavy and foolish.

I am beyond, your derision,
Beyond your sentences, your imperfections.
I am a light, I am a pure soul,
You cannot understand, stop your biting.
Kings and Queens, do not bother anymore,
Your misery, your embarrassment , only generate hatred.

Oooooooo No! Please, no!

Mmmmmm

I walk alone, in the midst of your laws,
Your rankings slip past me, I don't see them.
I am more than a label, more than just a human being,
I am a force, a beacon, a glimmer in the distance.
They want to understand me, but they fail every time times,
They do not know how to read the purity of God deep within me.

I am beyond, your inquisitions,
Beyond your sermons, of your divisions.
I am a light, I am a pure soul,
You cannot learn, you are torture.
Your pathogenic sentences are deaf tinnitus,
Endogenous intoxication , shit, your dementias exogenous.

Oooooooo No! Please, no!

Mmmmmm

You can keep talking, judging me, labeling me,
But you will never know what it is, an untamed spirit.
My soul is beyond your decimated borders,
I shine in the infinite, where you cannot wander.

Oooooooo No! Please, no!

Mmmmmm

No!

No!

No!

Oooooooooo

Mmmmmmm

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Madness of Homo Sapiens, blinded by the material,
They run after dreams, eternal chimeras.
Limited reality, padlocked by the mind,
They only see the illusion, an imprisoned life.

They do not conceive anything, beyond the visible,
Their minds locked in invisible cages.
They seek gold, riches, power,
Ignoring the true stars, the mysteries of knowledge.

Madness of men, lost in the mirage,
Mired in the material, without seeing the clouds.
They do not see the light, nor the immensity,
Prisoners of their mind, of their vanity.

Their world is small, limited by the senses,
They do not see the truth, the immense beauty.
Every day, they sink into futile desires,
Crushing dreams, subtle visions.

They build walls, around their soul,
Ignoring the signs, the hopes in flames.
The Sapiens dance, on a thread of illusion,
Lost in matter, far from escape.

Madness of men, lost in the mirage,
Mired in the material, without seeing the clouds.
They do not see the light, nor the immensity,
Prisoners of their mind, of their vanity.

They seek to fill a void that they do not understand,
Accumulating possessions, without asking why.
Their heart is closed to the magic of the universe,
They only see the ground, ignoring the extent of the setback.

Every step is heavy, every day is a fight,
For ephemeral things, which they will not keep.
They forget the stars, the secrets of the cosmos,
Chained to the earth, in a gloomy world.

Madness of men, lost in the mirage,
Mired in the material, without seeing the clouds.
They do not see the light, nor the immensity,
Prisoners of their mind, of their vanity.

They could rise, see beyond the tangible,
Understand that the soul is more than visible.
But they choose the shadow, the chains of the mind,
Ignoring awakening, in a hellish world.

Their madness pushes them towards deep abysses,
Forgetting wisdom, the peace of horizons.
They remain locked up, in their golden prison,
Crazy Homo Sapiens, in a broken dream.

Madness of men, lost in the mirage,
Mired in the material, without seeing the clouds.
They do not see the light, nor the immensity,
Prisoners of their mind, of their vanity.

In this senseless dance, they forget the essential,
Lost in the material, far from the spark.
They could rise, break the chains of the mind,
But choose illusion, a hellish path.

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He swore to defend the honor of his friend,
Against the ignoble brother, author of so many cries.
Since she was eleven, she has suffered in silence,
Abuse, pain, marking his existence.

Every memory, every tear shed,
Rekindles his rage, he cannot forgive.
He wants to see justice, for this cruel being,
So that no one ever experiences this sky again.

He fights for justice, he wants to see the light of day,
Where innocence will be saved, where love will triumph.
His heart is at war, so that the light,
Illuminate the truth, and dispel mysteries.

The nights are filled with bitter memories,
Her friend, her support, deserves a clear world.
But the nightmares haunt her, the pain persists,
He promises to fight, he resists, he insists.

He sees justice as a hope,
A way to change, to rewrite history.
For every tear, every muffled cry,
He wants to see this monster finally confronted.

He fights for justice, he wants to see the light of day,
Where innocence will be saved, where love will triumph.
His heart is at war, so that the light,
Illuminate the truth, and dispel mysteries.

He imagines the tribunal, where the truth arises,
Where judges listen, and hearts are lifted up.
He dreams of justice, of redemption,
So that this brother changes, and understands his actions.

Her friend still cries, at night in her arms,
Every nightmare is a shadow that won't go away.
He seeks justice, an end to this evil,
For this lost brother, for an equal future.

He fights for justice, he wants to see the light of day,
Where innocence will be saved, where love will triumph.
His heart is at war, so that the light,
Illuminate the truth, and dispel mysteries.

He knows his struggle could be long,
But for her, he is ready, he does not collapse.
He sees his pain, each day that passes,
And in his heart burns a tenacious will.

He is looking for a way, a real justice,
To right the wrongs, for a faithful future.
His soul is at war, against injustice,
For love and peace, for a conducive world.v
He fights for justice, he wants to see the light of day,
Where innocence will be saved, where love will triumph.
His heart is at war, so that the light,
Illuminate the truth, and dispel mysteries.

In this battle he finds his strength,
For her, for justice, he perseveres.
He knows that justice is often slow,
But his heart, his determination, are a powerful weapon.

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Beautiful souls walk, in a world in flames,
Seeking the light, in the midst of the drama.
Their pure and gentle hearts shine in the night,
But injustice strikes, without any respite.

Every day, every hour, a new test,
For these luminous souls, whose goodness reveals,
The cruelty of the world, the shadow and the pain,
Yet they move forward, driven by their value.

They suffer in silence the blows of destiny,
Their hearts are beacons, despite the path.
Beautiful souls, courageous, they resist,
Faced with injustices, they persist.

They give without counting, love and tenderness,
But often receive echoes of distress.
Their generosity, seen as a weakness,
In this cruel world, filled with sadness.

Their bright smiles hide secret tears,
They carry the weight of this world in search.
Of justice and peace, of hidden truths,
They struggle every day not to stumble.

They suffer in silence the blows of destiny,
Their hearts are beacons, despite the path.
Beautiful souls, courageous, they resist,
Faced with injustices, they persist.

Every injustice, every lie,
Strengthens their faith, in a world where everything is falling apart.
They see beauty, where others see darkness,
Their spirits rise, far from this fog.

They suffer in silence, their hearts in prayer,
For a better world, a lighter earth.
Their daily struggles, for a little light,
They inspire, they show, a clearer path.

They suffer in silence the blows of destiny,
Their hearts are beacons, despite the path.
Beautiful souls, courageous, they resist,
Faced with injustices, they persist.

Their dreams are big, their hopes intact,
Even when the world seems in full impact.
They see beyond present pain,
Seeking to create bright futures.

Their lives are songs, of struggle and of faith,
Despite injustices, they retain their shine.
Their stories tell, the strength of hearts,
Who fight for justice, despite the pain.

They suffer in silence the blows of destiny,
Their hearts are beacons, despite the path.
Beautiful souls, courageous, they resist,
Faced with injustices, they persist.

In this world of injustice, they are the light,
Lighthouses in the night, guides, prayers.
Their beautiful souls shine, even in the darkness.

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I was born in a cage, a world without light,
Wrong education, dotted love,
Family without heart, without soul, without value,
They muzzled me, chained me, tortured me without honor.

Every day, every night, it was the same pain,
The weight of chains, fear, resentment.
They damaged my spirit, broke my wings,
But deep inside me, a rebellious flame.

I fight for my freedom,
Against those who oppressed me.
I find strength within myself,
To break the chains, finally live my voice.

Their words were weapons, their actions prisons,
They locked me in a world for no reason.
My stifled dreams, my abused heart,
But I refuse to give in, I want to free myself.

I see their true face, without mask, without makeup,
Family without soul, they played their part.
In this tragedy, where I was the hostage,
But I'm looking for the key to get out of this cage.

I fight for my freedom,
Against those who oppressed me.
I find strength within myself,
To break the chains, finally live my voice.

Every scar, every tear, every cry,
Made me stronger, taught me how to survive here.
They tried to extinguish me, to kill hope,
But I'm still standing, ready to believe.

My heart is a fortress, my mind a battlefield,
Against their cruelty, I stand up, I cut myself.
A path to freedom, far from their grip,
I trace my path, guided by my motto.

I fight for my freedom,
Against those who oppressed me.
I find strength within myself,
To break the chains, finally live my voice.

The years have passed, but the pain remains,
Every step towards the light, a victory, a celebration.
I look back, see the ruins of their empire,
But I march forward, never weakening.

I am a survivor, a warrior, a free soul,
Despite the shadows of the past, I refuse to be a target.
Their power over me is broken, finally over,
I am the master of my destiny, ready to rise.

I fight for my freedom,
Against those who oppressed me.
I find strength within myself,
To break the chains, finally live my voice.

Today, I breathe, I live, I stand up straight,
Their influence is fading, I am ready to fight.
Every day is a step towards regained freedom,
I am me, I am strong, finally liberated.

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I always felt trapped. Too heavy chains,
Want to evolve, to fly away from this pain.
Sadness invades me, silence becomes my voice,
When I should speak, express myself, I can't.

All my life, I have been judged, weighed without pity,
Not enough money, too fat, they broke me.
My parents did their best to destroy me,
But deep inside me, a desire to leave.

My angel, free me,
Of these chains that lock me down here.
My angel, take my hand,
Guide me to a better destiny.

I left for Brittany, hoping to find peace,
In Carcassonne, with my guardian angel, I fled this past.
But the memories, the pain, still pursue me,
I don't see the light, the hope that illuminates my decor.

Silence is my refuge, my prison too,
I want to scream, to assert myself, but fear betrays me.
Every day is a fight against myself,
To break the chains of this life that oppresses me.

My angel, free me,
Of these chains that lock me down here.
My angel, take my hand,
Guide me to a better destiny.

The nights are long, populated by my nightmares,
I dream of a life where I could love my reflection in the mirror.
Believe in myself, in my strengths, in my desires,
Get out of this cage, finally flourish.

But the voices of the past whisper in my ear,
Constantly reminding me that I'm just a spark.
I want to be a flame, to shine brightly,
But for that, I must accept this happy path.

My angel, free me,
Of these chains that lock me down here.
My angel, take my hand,
Guide me to a better destiny.

I feel the strength within me, a flame that grows,
I want to nourish it, let it flourish.
With you, my angel, I can face life,
Together, we can overcome and overcome challenges.

Every step I take towards the light,
Is a victory over this life of misery.
I am ready to fight, to find my voice,
With you by my side, I'm no longer afraid of battle.

My angel, free me,
Of these chains that lock me down here.
My angel, take my hand,
Guide me to a better destiny.

Today, I stand tall, ready to face,
The demons of the past, the shadows of my broken life.
With you, my angel, I find the strength within me,
To break the chains, finally live my voice.

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Deep inside, I am a prisoner,
Of a sadness, of a bitter life.
However, I have an incredible universe,
Rare assets, enviable gifts.

I lock myself away, solitary, silent,
With dreams, precious thoughts.
I push my mind, I look for the way,
So that my soul finally explodes in joy.

I want to fly away, break the chains,
Find the light, ease my pain.
Spread my wings, touch the sky,
Free my heart, live the essential.

The days pass, I feel trapped,
In this labyrinth of tangled thoughts.
I have hidden treasures, immense strengths,
But the fear, the doubt, leaves me in a trance.

I dream of a life where I could shine,
But every effort leaves me exhausted.
I want to believe in myself, in my potential,
But the darkness holds me back, cruel.

I want to fly away, break the chains,
Find the light, ease my pain.
Spread my wings, touch the sky,
Free my heart, live the essential.

I feel within me a strength that lies dormant,
A spark, a shine, a wonder.
I want to wake her up, let her blossom,
But the shadows whisper to me to flee.

Every day I struggle, I look for a way out,
A path towards peace, towards the unknown.
I want to rise, transcend fears,
To finally taste real sweetness.

I want to fly away, break the chains,
Find the light, ease my pain.
Spread my wings, touch the sky,
Free my heart, live the essential.

A day will come when I will free myself,
My dreams, my strengths, I will reveal them.
I will finally be who I am meant to be,
Free and serene, ready to be reborn.

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In this crazy world, where the good guys are at war,
Beautiful minds fight, fight iron pots.
Patience, strength, courage as a standard,
They fight against those who think they are gods, bastards.

The dominant, the powerful, those who fulminate,
Believing that they are at the top, that they are eliminating.
But beautiful minds hold, never bow,
This is their mission of light, they are aligning.

Revolt, beautiful spirits, do not let evil,
Transform lead into gold in this hellish chaos.
Humanity is at stake, don't give up,
Fight the darkness, bring back the joy.

Every day is a fight, a constant struggle,
In the face of ignorance, powerful arrogant people, inconstant follies.
They think about crushing us, reducing us to silence,
But we are here, standing, powerful with resilience.

They sow chaos, fear, discord,
But beautiful minds transform every word into agreement.
We don't give up, we fight back, we persist,
We are the voice of the just, of the altruistic resistance fighters.

Revolt, beautiful spirits, do not let evil,
Transform lead into gold in this hellish chaos.
Humanity is at stake, don't give up,
Fight the darkness, bring back the joy.

They want us docile, submissive, without ambition,
But we are here, strong, with our vision.
Beautiful minds advance, against winds and tides,
They light the way, refuse to stop.

We don't back down, we keep our heads high,
Against tyrants, despots and their boots.
We are the light in their darkness,
We are the truth in their reality.

Revolt, beautiful spirits, do not let evil,
Transform lead into gold in this hellish chaos.
Humanity is at stake, don't give up,
Fight the darkness, bring back the joy.

The destiny of humanity is in our hands,
Beautiful minds united, we trace our path.
We fight, we persevere, we don't let anything go,
It is together that we will triumph, that we will change everything.

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IYo, listen to the story of a man at war,
Against a multinational, the sky is its benchmark,
Thousands of souls behind him, ready to fight,
He will crush them, reduce them to dust.

They think they are untouchable, hidden behind their walls,
But this man is determined, he will not stay in the shadows,
With fire in his eyes, he will unmask them,
Every lie, every crime, he will reveal everything.

They play with life, for endless profits,
But he carries the voice of all these destinies,
Exhausted workers, broken families,
He is their champion, ready to destroy everything.

He fights for justice, heaven is on his side,
The souls of the oppressed, together to triumph,
Multinational, you will fall,
Faced with the iron man, you will succumb.

He enters the courtyard, determined and strong,
With evidence in hand, he will have no remorse,
The lawyers tremble, feeling defeat,
This man is a lion, ready to conquer.

They have billions, unlimited means,
But he has the people, an unparalleled strength,
The testimonies accumulate, the truth comes out,
Every word, every gesture, their empire is crushed.

He fights for justice, heaven is on his side,
The souls of the oppressed, together to triumph,
Multinational, you will fall,
Faced with the iron man, you will succumb.

They believed they were invincible, protected by the law,
But this man is a storm they can't ignore, With divine support, he overthrows the giants,
Each blow brings them closer to nothingness.

The court resonates, cries of victory,
He crushed injustice, gave hope,
Multinationals tremble before this power
They now know that they no longer have a chance.

He fights for justice, heaven is on his side,
The souls of the oppressed, together to triumph,
Multinational, you will fall,
Faced with the iron man, you will succumb.

Now he is victorious, standing on the ruins,
From this multinational, which believed it dominated everything,
He showed the world that we can overthrow,
Even the greatest empires, with the truth.

Souls sing his glory, the heavens applaud,
He is the hero of the righteous, the invincible justice,
Other companies are holding their breath,
Because they know that he is watching, ready to bite the dust.

He fights for justice, heaven is on his side,
The souls of the oppressed, together to triumph,
Multinational, you will fall,
Faced with the iron man, you will succumb.

Yo, it's the story of a man, who never gave up,
Faced with the multinational, he brought them down,
With the sky and the souls, he crushed everything,
His name is engraved in sacred justice.

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Six years old, in the street, not far from my mother,
A quiet day, in 1976, nothing to do with hell.
A Saracen on the run, he had just plundered,
The post office was crashing, the sirens were ringing.

He spots me, the little innocent in the corner, on his way,
Pursued by two gendarmes, he had no choice.
He runs towards me, hostage in perspective,
The chaos in his eyes, a raw rage.

My childhood marked by this unfortunate day,
Blood and fear, engraved in my heart.
A gendarme shoots, his brains explode,
On my child's face, his soul expands.

Time stops, the scene slows down,
The thud suddenly, my vision obscured.
The disbeliever falls, his life flies away,
His brains exploded, on my face are the end of his idols.

The street turns red, horror on display,
My innocence shattered, in this fight without miracle.
My mother screams, runs, takes me away from the stage,
But the images remain, engraved in my pain.

My childhood marked by this unfortunate day,
Blood and fear, engraved in my heart.
A gendarme shoots, his brains explode,
On my child's face, his soul expands.

I grew up with this, this weight in my memory,
Every night, every dream, a dark nightmare.
Violence, fear, become my daily life,
But I learned to fight, not to give ground.

This buckwheat, his demon act, his justifiable end,
Forged me a spirit, a colossal strength.
I don't let anything slip by, I remain vigilant,
A warrior at heart, facing the unbelievers.

My childhood marked by this unfortunate day,
Blood and fear, engraved in my heart.
A gendarme shoots, his brains explode,
On my child's face, his soul expands.

Now an adult, I carry this scar,
An indelible mark, a sign of justice.
Innocence lost, strength regained,
In this world of chaos, I continue to struggle.

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Every evening, I see my father sinking,
In alcohol, he loses himself, becomes demonic.
He staggers, murmurs distorted words,
Terrifying threats, a total nightmare.

“I will burn you at night,” his words echo,
In my head, danger, every moment.
To escape hell, I abandon myself,
Climb the facade, sleep outside, little migrant.

In the morning, I come home, take my things,
For school, for a chance to get out of it.
The teachers, blind, in their ivory tower,
Judge me, break me, without feeling anything.

They see a kid falling asleep in class,
Ignoring the night spent in filth.
They guide me, esteem me, then abandon me,
Educational France, cold, without tenderness.

My fragile heart, broken by pain,
Seek peace in a world of terror.
Blind education, insensitive to my tears,
I dream of a day when I will be victorious.

In the streets, I seek a little respite,
But my father's shadow constantly pursues me.
The cold nights, the mornings full of contempt,
I fight, I hold on, despite the distress.

The looks of others, full of judgment,
Ignore the scars I carry within me.
I fight, I get up, constantly,
To prove that I can, despite everything, be king.

One day I will find the strength to rise,
Leave the shadows, fly towards the light.
The injured child will become strong, determined,
In the face of injustice, I will not stop fighting.

I dream of a world where I will finally be free,
Where pain and fear will be no more.
I will build my life, stone by stone, without brake,
For a future where hope never fades.

My fragile heart, broken by pain,
Seek peace in a world of terror.
Blind education, insensitive to my tears,
I dream of a day when I will be victorious.

The injured child will become strong, determined,
In the face of injustice, I will not stop fighting.
With courage, I will transform my destiny,
So that no one is ever forgotten again.

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One winter morning I am called,
At my grandmother's bedside, lying there.
His hand in mine, cold, frozen,
I look at her, hoping she will wake up.

Mmmmmmm

Fifteen days before, in intensive care,
She opened her eyes to my voice.
Now his silence is a condemnation,
I realize that his departure is of no return, without choice.

Mmmmmmm

It is December 16, a day of sorrow,
My life is turned upside down, plunged into horror.
Without her, I have to face my fears,
His absence creates a void, a great misfortune.

Mmmmmmm

My grandmother, my pillar, my light,
I feel lost, without direction.
I must live without his love, his prayer,
Hoping that she watches over me, my character.

Mmmmmmm

Grandma, protect me from above,
Be proud of me, guide my path.
Your love envelops me, illuminates me,
In this dark world I will find my way.

Mmmmmmm

Every day without you is a battle,
I feel your absence like a gash.
But I keep within me your wisdom, your smile,
To face life, never run away.

Mmmmmmm

Your love remains in me, a living force,
In moments of doubt, it intoxicates me.
I feel you near me, despite everything,
And I continue to move forward, whatever the cost.

Mmmmmmm

My life changed, December 16 marked,
I carry within me your memory, your past.
I fight to be worthy of your name,
Every day I strive to become better, with passion.

Mmmmmmm

Your memory is a star that guides me,
In the dark nights, she precedes me.
I know that you are watching me from up there,
And I promise to live so that you can be proud.

Mmmmmmm

Grandma, protect me from above,
Be proud of me, guide my path.
Your love envelops me, illuminates me,
In this dark world I will find my way.

Mmmmmmm

December 16, 1986 remains engraved in me,
But your love, grandmother, will not fade away.
I will live for you, for us, every day,
Hoping to pay tribute to your love.

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One morning in Greece, my father-in-law calls,
Her trembling voice, the cruel news.
My mother is gone, I have to go home,
In France, in Paris, with a torn heart.

I take the first flight, leaving the sea behind,
Return to this country which vomited me vulgarly.
Facing paperwork, iron formalities,
Stoic, I face it, without flinching for a moment.

Oh!

My sister, my only heritage, pushes me to refuse,
This little inheritance that my mother left.
Because of her, I throw away my mother's things,
On the sidewalk, in the dump, in the bitter garbage.

She's the scum, the only one to blame,
My mother deserves better than this fate.
Every signed paper, every abandoned property,
I do it with respect, despite the pain, the truth.

Oh!

Ungrateful France, you vomited me up, but I am here,
For my mother, for her memory, I will hold on.
Even if my sister betrays me, hurts me,
I will remain stoic in the face of this distress.

Memories of my mother thrown away like trash,
Every room, every object, a piece of her left behind.
With a heavy heart, I continue, determined,
To honor his memory, sacrifice everything.

Oh!

The pain is sharp, the betrayal bitter,
But I hold on, for her, my dear mother.
In every action, every gesture, I feel his presence,
I fight against injustice, in silence.

Returning to Greece, my heart still bruised,
But with the peace of knowing that I did what was right.
Leave behind the conflicts, the cries,
Find the sea, freedom, far from rust.

Oh!

My sister will remain a shadow of the past,
A betrayal, a bitter memory.
But for my mother, I faced everything,
And I will continue to live, with her in my heart.

Ungrateful France, you vomited me up, but I am here,
For my mother, for her memory, I will hold on.
Even if my sister betrays me, hurts me,
I will remain stoic in the face of this distress.

Oh!

My mother is gone, but her love remains in me,
Every day I live to honor his voice.
Despite the betrayals, the pain inflicted,
I remain standing, strong, for her, determined.

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My nieces and my nephews, children of my blood,
Suffer the torture of a demonic, wandering mother.
My sister, demon incarnate, unhealthy and cruel,
Abandons them, breaks them, accuses them again, rebel.

They flee its shadow, seek the light,
Souls wounded by a mother without reference.
She should repent, fragile and lost soul,
But continue to spit on love, virtue.

Hell or divine obliteration, that is his destiny,
She vomited out all the love I gave in vain.
His despicable acts, an unbearable betrayal,
Left me broken, in an unstable world.

She betrayed me, trampled on my trust,
But I remain standing, despite this suffering.
For my nieces and nephews, I fight,
Against this demon, I will not give in.

Family demon, your days are numbered,
I will protect my own, nothing can stop me.
Love will triumph, even in the face of hatred,
I will watch over them, despite your chain.

She dared to betray, plunged me into horror,
But my heart remains strong, filled with fury.
Every tear, every cry, every endless night,
I will transform them into strength, into divine hope.

For my nieces and nephews, I fight tirelessly,
To offer them a future, far from this task.
They deserve peace, far from his madness,
I will guide them to a new chance.

She doesn't understand, continues on her way,
Blinded by her madness, her vile and unhealthy heart.
But the love I have for them is a sacred fire,
Whoever burns his shadow will make way for clarity.

For them, I am ready to face anything,
To break their chains, to give them freedom.
My sister, your reign of terror will end,
For innocent children, a new morning.

Family demon, your days are numbered,
I will protect my own, nothing can stop me.
Love will triumph, even in the face of hatred,
I will watch over them, despite your chain.

Broken children, I will raise them up,
With love and strength, I will save them.
My sister, your shadow will no longer reign,
For them, I am the light, I will guide them towards virtue.

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