Cobwebs in the heart,
fog in the soul,
clouded eyes.
Sunless days,
land far from God,
everything marches toward death.
Eyes with cobwebs, without light,
everything leads to destruction,
while we hear the music, deaf.
Signs,
everything explodes,
moths, ants,
noise of the poor,
poverty in the tunnel.
Everything marches to disaster,
a world distant from the Word,
crazy world, godless world,
deaf and blind to the signs.
Times of explosions,
times of epidemic,
we listen to music,
far from reality.
Death calls,
door to door,
misfortunes,
in the fog.
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