The troubles of demon

The troubles of demon

Marked by cravings demon
I could no longer follow such a procession,
In candles and tears of so
Now within me such pandemonium,
To be an asset of this Satan,
No more harsh loneliness
Nor is this silence and hear me
The great aristocrat to vile peasant.
Serving the big daddy, the majestic,
Inheriting the whole earth after the end
Ghastly caricature a cherub,
Walking the streets, sticky,
You see after all the great Empire
Where the shamelessness dictates the criterion.


MARCOS LOURES