God Save the King
Buena Fe
Añoraría the pleasure of believing that heaven is waiting for someone
after the cross.
So in my throat I hang my coat,
I feel that soon I'll be older and far
my grave with that of Montesquieu.
I know that anarchy is freedom slender
rotten democracies such as bonsai,
that dictatorships are made-up of poems,
that sadness is joy drugged,
and revolutions ... waiting times. How difficult
or to remove or wash or stain
where he painted more atheist
time the sun gear I love
and cry with my effort.
God, please save the king,
to forget that he is lying.
Please save the king, shut his mouth
of people.
That the neglect of a forgotten injustice,
van injured in
souls of a generation.
I ask:
God, please save the king, equal
that we are different.
Please save King,
in their hands is life and death is, therefore
new lives will be after her, begging
same
on the king to come back.
art survives all governments. Governments
Without art, difficult to exist. Acephalous
can not be reached or the winter,
headless, it seems rude to the tender.
live like trees, I think it is live. How difficult
or to remove or wash or stain
where he painted the time. More
atheist sun gear I love
and cry with my effort.
God, please save the king,
to forget that he is lying.
Please Hail to the king, shut his mouth
of people, you carelessly
an oversight unreason, van
bites in the souls of a generation.
I ask:
God, please save the King
that same are different.
Please save the king,
in their hands is life and death is, because after she
many people will, poor people, begging
same thing about King
to come back.
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