Morir
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To Die
You covet everything and you murder
Because killing each other
You litigate judgment and arm conflict
You burn with envy
And nothing is written
To ask, perhaps
Not to receive
To ask, perhaps
Just to flee
Passions, crimes, ill intent
They wage war in your heart
You decide if you want to live
Or perhaps you prefer that you must die
You, the enemy of God
Your forgiveness will no longer be heard
Your laughter into weeping, your joy into sadness
Soon the shadows will cover your greatness
You plan your world following the path
Of the one who hurts and achieves nothing
To ask, perhaps
Not to receive
To ask, perhaps
Just to flee
Passions, crimes, ill intent
They wage war in your heart
You decide if you want to live
Or perhaps you prefer that you must die
You, the enemy of God
Your forgiveness will no longer be heard
