Although not very convinced
that the afterlife exists
I liked that
that God will provide.
My confidence was so great
that, in honor of the truth,
I expected some god
from his good will.
I did not expect paradises
no miracles from Canaa, no profane ecstasy, no Nirvana in Shangri-La. Just an ounce of tenderness or generosity... little thing, a little help
against so much loneliness.
But I don't get that manna,
I don't get any, from na, from na, na, na, na...
after the mistake
which was to wait
for that favor...
I'm going to the bar
to do me, without delay,
to do me, without delay,< br/>to get me, without delay,
with a new supplier.
With the frustrating feeling
of talking so much to the wall,
I saw the open sky again
in the Internet's offering.
I contacted a blogger
who told me that he was a certain
Content Provider
of the most cultural website.
I asked through Google,
some digital tripod
to a state of consciousness
more virtuous than virtual.
But he didn't give me any help
not even a chaotic fractal,
only sex, sex, sex
in the Neanderthal style.
And that manna never falls,
I don't get anything, from na, from na, na, na, na...
after the mistake
that was waiting
that favor...
I'm going to the bar
to make myself, without delay,< br/>to make me, without delay,
to make me, without delay,
with a new supplier.
It is true that I expected
of the mass, half,
because I know that the patio is not for anxiety crises.
That these are times of barbarism
it is, without a doubt, reality,
but such bad manners
they border on vulgarity.
So much so that I'm already wondering
about my strange illness...
is it so bad to have a monkey
with a bit of humanity?
br/>Apparently it is something horrible,
a praise for evil...
this thing about being addicted
to believing that there is still mercy.
But I don't like it that manna,...

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