My name is vice, anguish scourge
I entered this country without a passport
I have accumulated mountains of money
Dead people, thrown in the streets
I am more valued than diamonds
I am more appreciated than gold itself
Use me just once
And you too will sink
The scourge
The scourge
Remember my friend, my name is acote
Try me and lose your freedom
I have destroyed saints and heroes
I have made death common
I will make the student forget the books
I will make your mother a prostitute
I will make the teacher forget the teaching
I will make the preacher deny God
The scourge

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