death of a poet

Que idiotas son todos,
all mother fuckers...
que sueñan en las mentiras que les dicen
that dream in the lies others tell,
first in gods and saints,
then in devils and pain
such idiots with their idiots kids,
they all hate those who challange their fundation and because of that,
just the few get all their work, cause its the way we are,
idiots, fragile idiots, with idiot families and idiotic dreams.

praise the lord,
praise satan
praise the dollar
and the power,
but fuck you if you dont like what i praise,
cause they idiots,
those who are being oppressed by the boss,
are just the cannon meat of war,
and are happy about it,
dreaming big when they just are fucked up alone,
no social security, cause they are illegal,
no health insurance cause the companies dont give a fuck
and when its their pain, they cry alone,
when one by one, the fittest claim their fruits, their woman and kids,
for their own purpose, sex and drugs,
fuck them all
eat them all.

there is no paradise but this reality,
and in a job, you must eat everybody hate when you want organization of the workers,
cause they are just idiots, with idiotic dreams, a lotto and their idiotic dreams.

fuck it, must survive too or suicide, but never again against those idiots who are going to organize against you, the one who wanted a better life for them, so fuck you and the rest of you.

i will use my funking mentality to eat your soul and push you down,cause fuck you.
as it is the survival of the fittest, it is, and anyone is scum.
as im, im planning my suicide. better than live in this idiotic exercise of power,
mine is death.