Ave De Mal Agüero

I have never considered myself a bird of ill omen
But that dog will die tomorrow
He commented on things he shouldn't have
It reached my ears and now he's on the list of the condemned

The uncertainty was driving me crazy
It consumed me slowly and even stole my speech
Now that I have everything clear, where, when, and also how
He will miss his back when I present him with the board

What he did is unforgivable, it doesn't even have a name
I will teach him to respect, I will make him a man
When I have him in my claws, it will be his lucky day
He will leave with expenses paid to meet death

At times I get bitter and at times I savor
When I fantasize about that hypocrite feeling the sting in his ribs
With the tip of my rifle, tied up by feet and arms
After those stabs, he will turn into a seed

Into a seed that will not sprout again
Not even with a flood or a watering of shots
And I won't even bother to give him soil
So that the coyotes and vultures can feast

What he did is unforgivable and he did it anyway
I didn't want to dirty my boots and today I will fill them with mud
Let's see if he can withstand my claws when they rip out his soul
And as a bird of ill omen, I will eat him calmly

And they say every Alpha has its Omega
And today I will have to be judge and jury
Divine justice arrives because it arrives
And what I have in mind is simply art