Fighting injustice,
to die in indeterminate attempts.
Watching lives turn to dust,
before the arrogance of one who has everything.
Walking among filth,
to eat segregated remains,
to sleep among larvae,
death awaits my body.
There is no destiny that calms me,
there is no reason to return my soul.
Only chaos,
chaos in the face of inevitable destruction.
All that remains is to live,
to live knowing there's nothing,
with hope on his back,
with the faith of tomorrow.
Luchar ante la injusticia,
morir en intentos indeterminados.
Ver como las vidas se vuelven polvo,
ante la soberbia de quien lo tiene todo.
Caminar entre inmundicia,
comer restos segregados,
dormitar entre larvas,
muerte espera mi cuerpo.
No hay destino que me de calma,
no hay motivos que devuelvan mi alma.
Solo caos,
caos ante una destrucción inevitable.
Solo resta vivir,
vivir sabiendo que no hay nada,
con la esperanza a cuestas,
con la fe de un mañana.
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