The world is a chaos, the source of life is depleating,
and the putrid smell of death
poisons my sent and my heart
and desintegrates my soul
I realize the naivety of the iconography of the hell,
'couse it's impossible to exist some place worst than this
and if this is the true hell,
where is the paradise,
and why its forces stay out of here?
Why do I have to stay here?
Wich is my mission?
