Piel de Martir, Carne de Asesino

In the dark cemetery of your life
There's no beauty more than the stubbornness of your commitment
To be the noble bearer of virtues
That make you a guide and protector of peoples.

Maybe you're not tainted by envy,
But it's because you never see anyone's achievements;
To fit into your family parody
Hypocrisy is essential.

Your unquestionable gifts and flaws pulsate
Under martyr's skin and among killer's flesh.
Your knowledge rests in the vastness of emptiness,
Just an echo of tired prophecies.

Perhaps you're illuminated by the gift of persuasion,
But those who seek another path bruise your ego;
The more you cry for those who abandon you,
The more you bind yourself to those who are still loyal.

And it's even possible that a few drops of talent
Come to your deranged mind:
You make your murderous hands kissed
And crowned as