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Death sneaks out at night and frightens the poor souls of those living behind the garbage bins and sleeping on unfolded cartons.

Every wall of the city painted with misery,

Every light, messenger of hope, is broken.

And there is no law, no punishment, no justice, no rules.

Chaos has its own transmitters and god damn them all.

To hell all of them, with their ugly faces, their fake beliefs, their vile eyes.

To hell all of them, the carriers of death, the byword of corruption.

I curse it all.

Their dissatisfactory democracy, in which fraud and bribery prevailed

In which dictatorship was inherited by deceitful voting procedures.

I curse it all

Their expensive hospitals, full of deprived and poor patients

Their equality of low pensions for the disabled and high privileges for the rich

Their open-mindedness of murdered immigrants and humiliated homosexuals

Fuck it all

Their promises, their joint governments, their cunning smiles

And while we sleep their singing our despair, our end.