The voice that lies in the skin
sells me an eternity
the voice that sells the pain
today it speaks to me about salvation and sells me...
the fear of its god, the fear of hell
but I only hear my voice
in the land of fear
the childhood that prays its traumas
has grown tired of bleeding
and on the ground it is written in blood
âon this earth fear endsâ
because if there is no god
there is no hell either!
Who do you pray to?

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