Blasphemy | Blasfemia. Poema [Eng/Esp]

God wants to die,
He wakes up and looks at us,
and he gives him a headache,
along with great regret,
similar to those drunks,
who wake up accompanied in a little room,
and they look next to him like no one else,
screaming with wild eyes what did I do...
for a very long time,
He doesn't even bother to talk to us,
to his annoyance and annoyance,
We talk to him more about him,
so much so that he wonders all the time,
If it is that we do not understand the contempt,
many have wanted to kill him,
They even announced his final death,
bluntly with the phrase,
God is dead,
but nothing to see,
Of course it's not because of that saying,
that he talks about weeds...
for information from nearby saints,
and apparently gossips,
He has leaked that he wants to commit suicide,
because no one wants to kill him,
and unfortunately for being immortal,
He can't die either,
That's why he thinks of throwing himself into a black hole,
disappear forever,
and rest in peace,
especially from us.

Dios se quiere morir,
se despierta y nos mira,
y le da dolor de cabeza,
junto a un gran arrepentimiento,
parecido al de esos borrachines,
que amanecen acompañados en un cuartucho,
y miran a su lado como quien no,
gritando con ojos desorbitados qué hice...
desde hace un tiempo muy largo,
ni siquiera se preocupa en hablarnos,
para su molestia y fastidio,
nosotros le hablamos más de la cuenta,
tanto así que se pregunta todo el tiempo,
si será que no entendemos el desprecio,
muchos lo han querido matar,
hasta anunciaron su muerte definitiva,
de forma tajante con la frase,
Dios ha muerto,
pero nada que ver,
claro no es por lo del dicho ese,
que habla de la hierba mala...
por informaciones de santos cercanos,
y por lo visto chismosos,
se ha filtrado que quiere suicidarse,
porque nadie lo quiere matar,
y por desgracia por inmortal,
tampoco se puede morir,
por eso piensa arrojarse a un hoyo negro,
desaparecer para siempre,
y descansar en paz,
sobre todo de nosotros.