The wrecked soul

i´m restless in the unfounded ideas

like an adrift boat. (Such as a ship drunken boat)

stormy, in a ruined ship,

the sailors give all of themself to screamings;

´cause, the sea isn't easier to transpose

many weapons,but they're no use,

although pugnacious and battleship,

It won´t prevent me to sink.

Suddenly many start pray off,

including cetics and tortuous souls,

A claim to an unlikely miracle,

however, cause action without can´t salve me

because unavoidable´s things of life

does not base on in omen, but only in action.