Kill you first,
Wield without pity because they will do the same.
Don’t let your blood flow across the lad,
let the family wonder
why didn’t you defend yourself when there were so many stones,
so many sods, why were you so unwieldy and soft,
when it was time to confront?
If nobody likes to recognize their evil
and altars are built on homicides
where to confess and achieve liberation;
kill
so that you live despite the condemnation.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
