English version :

This violence that grows in the body of rebellious people,
destroyed
Their souls killed by life.
They are told that hatred is useless,
But what else can they have?
Apart from this sadness,
This horribly bitter taste.
Tears hurt their cheeks,
They can only swear revenge someday.
The ardor of this life so quickly taken,
This feeling of distress,
The inferiority of not knowing how to resist misfortune.
We are all the same,
Taken at his game,
Losing whatever we face.

Killed, killed, killed.
Kill them all.
That they tear off their heads,
Put them on a spike.
Their hanging eyes,
Their dripping blood,
On our hands of saints.
This sword that runs through their flesh,
This mass that ransack their skull.

Hate, hate, hate.
I hate to lose.
I would become a god by destroying the weak.
The separation of their bodies.
The saw that cuts this arm,
The person writhes and resists without getting anything.
Violated, manipulated.

To market at night without the power to live.
They are chasing you,
So why flee?
God does not even look at you live.
He is waiting for your death to make you happy.
You lost faith.

Life continues to bait us,
Push the knife,
We get stuck on the ground while we crawl the dagger still in our body,
Slashing our flesh, our bones.

This is not a horror vision.
That's just how we suffer.

The whip falls on our backs.
The dried blood that you scratch is tearing your skin a little more.
It slips when you pass the blade under it.
They will tear our heads away because we are weak.

They think they are saints, all white.
While they are like us,
Greyish.

United against an evil that does not exist.

The word bad, do not we hate it?
It is used all day,
Everyone for something.
Our truth extends only to evil and good.
Can not separate things without.
Each values, each principle differs from us.
Maybe some are coming together, while others are dying to be alone.
At that moment they are crushed with a hammer.
We violate them a little more,
Torture, violence, blood and death.

Always relieved when we are not killed, always feel guilty because we thought it.

I am pitiful,
I am weak,
I am a monster,
I'm disgusting,
I'm terrible,
I am hateful,
I am courageous,
Loose,
Fort,
Or crazy.

I am human.

Cut, quartered.
Killed, resurrected.
Tortured human.
By life or death.
Through the world, my kind,

All betrayed, all bruised.
Need one of the others.
Need some harm is certain.

We have to live against something to feel that existed,
To live simply is not possible.

Poverty,
Bullying,
War,
Madness,
Murder,
Torture,
Injustice,
Lie,
Treason,
Love,
Slaughter,
Depression,
Suicide,
Inequality,
Death or life.

But we do not have the same vision to save the world.
We've never been together to protect something,

Any human will never agree,
Peace will never exist.
Justice will depend on who holds it.
Each truth is ours.
Every lie can not be one.

faint,
Want to die,
Is this really a sign of cowardice?
And then is it so bad to be cowardly?

To be courageous, the prince who saves the princess, the princess who will never let herself be defeated.

People like that do not exist.

In reality we are all cowards who keep saying what's wrong or what's going on.

Good bad.

Again and again.

For sure always ...

When was our hope removed?

The end of an us that never existed.

Always waiting, fighting against the desperation that is eating away at us.

Screaming, shouting because in reality nothing is ever going well.

There is no need to be used.

There is no such thing as a prince to save us.

We are alone even together.

Violence.

This is what we all suffer.

From small violence to big.

It's the same.

We all suffer.

We all live.

We all die.

And yet we can not really be a whole.

I wonder if one day we will finally be able to say:

- The world is fine.

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it's just to say that I'm sorry if my English is horrible, I'm really not good at it.