God does not understand,
God does not listen to,
God never fears.
It has born in the heart of my doubt
the infinite pain calmed
by an atomic and broken false mean.
What is the life?
I see how the sky penetrates my back
and the Apollo’s reason hurts me
if I die every life.
The pain embraces my dirty face,
while putrefaction draws the natural agony;
the love for a woman fades as dreams,
and menstruation is confused
with the innocence of a child
when a knife transferred him
What is a cause?
Much more, there is no soul, or eternity:
and in the tragic paradox I live,
sedate by false reasons;
and God does not understand
God does not listen
and God never fears,
my God and God´s
anguish death.