We were just born infected
We are led to cease -- early -- our lives
What would be the right choice?
Is it eternal life or existence without pain?
The never-ending stage of struggle
Is always renewing unfixed actors
Life infects and leads to death, blinding the man,
Bio-violence reacting
It's not ease to live without oppressing
It's not ease to control without corrupt
Why pain cannot comfort us now?
What's the limit for man marching over others?
What is he expecting and searching for?
There are men who reign while others succum
Both of them are living with power and despair