What hurts me

What hurts me is to make sure that this time
Here in this immense city in the dead of night or day full em
More than u criança is being abused or violated
Miscellaneous other is sofrendo by abandonment and neglect!
 What hurts me … It is learned that the miscellaneous OUR young
Today is starting a weird life prostituição
Induced by fork or misrepresented minds
Which of those bodies MONEY exigem the Prazeres!
What hurts … and sees life um parent being reaped
The conviviality of his home and wife and Filhos
For um mad irresponsible drunk
Seeking in Alcool um comfort or escape
For Posse mask the lack of confiança and Segurança
De quem ele Sejas it!
And even knowing that because of a weird internal pain at this time
U blade razor sharp cuts Brace, leg and stomach
Em cuts fine, accurate ….
Trying with this cause u pain
To try to drown out the immensity of the pain inside!
Há my sister what hurts me is to know that lack of love
The streets is being invaded by drug
As marijuana, ecstasy, cocaine
Provided by sick minds that Veems
In the lives of users u only source of income
For their ambitions realized sejam
No matter if esteja with it being destroyed lives and families!
What hurts me, and know that Today em muitos countries
Existem laws with severe penalties for turtle egg um
Uma species of animal or plant sejam Protected,
(No. think with this I Sejas against preservação and proteção the species!)
Enquanto these same rulers criam, Dao resort and incentivam
For from within the womb of mothers Filhos, “human like me and voices”
Sejas torn, dead and lançados in the trash.
Without NEM um kind of punishment for these quem assassinatos praticam!
Oh … miserable and corrupt world of inverted values
Person who takes the beauty of the sensitivity
What a weird way to cauteriza the subtle consciousness
And doctrine to the human being to have the belief
That the material power, status and want
Justifica their attitudes insane and corrupt.
Where tudo is allowed to be a weird life I HAVE SUCCESS!
What comforts me ….
What comforts me to know that perhaps the voices
At this point to read this text
I HAVE been em algum moment of his life
Played by Uma força higher calling God
And in a weird way, the miscellaneous Vèze, considered mad
For the great majority insensitive to Passa and notes
Sim Voices … I HAVE been freed from algumas these formulas and concepts

This slavery that mantinha this model prisoner and sick
This … called “modern world.”
Without moral values, respect or scruples!
And in a weird way I HAVE been on natural
Touched and transformed contagiado pela was true love!