OUTCOME

Do not then drag on, brother

For counter hand the bonds

Do not wanted to reach to the brink

Of that dark aloneness

Without foolery not to spill

His fame about this ground

Get out of carousing, brother

Of the granaries of darkness

Neither deprive your peace

In the confines of an illusion

Get out of the ambush, brother

Without hurting your heart

In the streak of a sea of mud

His emotion will not pass

And the outcome of this storyline

There is no one from contesting...

Autor: Valter Pio dos Santos

17/Mai/ 2016