Yo

A scream on my forearm of sinuous persuasion
Oozes with ease the greed of a heart.
Sulfurs with madness my childhood, and its expression
Reaches mistakenly to uncover its irritation.

If they knew about the ghosts
That turn my rest into torment.
They would be more merciful
Those who insist on killing my elements.

I made the snap of my inner self
Reflect in other souls that my pain belongs to everyone.
I wanted the punishment of a repressive state
To become noticeable even in the last corner.

I search in the walls; in the cells; in the sun.
I believe it can be done; wanting to is my intention.
I fight for my mother; for yours and to achieve
That they understand that the planet is a mother to be mourned.

When I was about to succumb to obedience
A light broke through the door.
A child turned into tears
And a rough heart suffered a spasm.

I would give anything to save the illusion.
Saving those who save this false salvation.
Luciano has appeared when he disappeared.
Luciano has appeared and buried the confusion.

My voice is the sickle that a kid in stealth
Turned into an ethereal scream.
Silencing it is the crime of submissive order
That's why I open the game...