Between the empyrean and the earth suspended
Beneath the table of crimes a literate
Seen him in the corners hide in
Selling the white at the dim night
In a greedy pit thrown like a firewood
Eaten a thousand times between the sparks wealth
Everyone walks in, to find reliefs
Alas, from where reliefs?
In murky night; plundering pelf, fame, and love
In several shots penetrated his hungry spirit
Only candles remained to illuminate the place
But what kind of light is that?
Melt, all the moments fade away
Become a facilitator, pale in frame
Some drowned in blood
But others sinking between the tears of groans and deprivation
Farewell, o falsity world