La Gran Ramera

You sowed fear
Leading to deviation.
I see in your hands,
The war and its rumor.
The stumble has come,
The day is near.
Already breathing in,
The lack of love.

Reason
Awaits your fall.
Your hiding
Is coming to condemn you.
I uncovered the deception
Of your deceit,
I know very well
That there is still much more.

Can man love
When you no longer exist?
Will have a free mind.
The external will die
With the injustice
That came from your womb.