Come to my, my words, flyl like a blade
as it cconsumes what it encounters whole
the wraths of the righteous are Black Stallions
Not as defeatist as los Escritores
Como comunista busco su Mal
Entretuviesen torturas sabe que Es?
Jihole mano naci pa sufrir
Back to me in English don’t run and hide.
Cause love to bleed and shed the evidence
Talk to me in English then slay me , Try.
Across a vista Dancers Alighting.
While down here on Earth no magic lacks.
as Poetic the portrait of Beauty.
Standing on the Balcony before Me.
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