The end of our days is approaching
unexpected situations, an enigma how you would solve them
because there is almost no time left for their culmination
chest beating, a prayer,
is not the way to win the salvation
unpredictable situations
unbelievable prophecies
you begin your days that are terrible
I am the Dyablo never forget it
the global 'Destrukxion' disappears the hemisphere
great psychosis the end of the world
it is a mystery without remedy
poor people are dying
it is not a dream, you are living it
Reflect, are you listening to me?
I know good people are becoming extinct
little by little fading away
my destiny I know is consuming
my enemies are left suffering
and they are writhing with envy
You will never feel less against people for being poor
we are humble, united by love although money is not enough for us
many people think they can judge us
they have black souls and even think they are saints
among the slums I have lived
well I have grown up poorly
that is why I live the way I live
I am determined to never suffer again as I have suffered
I am tired, that's what I tell you
br/>looking at how my people are fighting among themselves
we have to fight very hard and then unite as brothers
we are Latinos, we are sovereign Mexicans
live better because every day there than living it like the last day of your life
Apocalypse a prophet
people in crisis on the planet
look at the net, everyone fears death
you carry that fear inside your body and from your mind
never look for it alone it suddenly arrives
the only certain thing in this life is death
it doesn't matter if you have money,
that you are prepared, that you are careless
br/>always suddenly
live life as it comes simply
it is the present that matters always keep it in mind
get what you want, and what you plan
but in this life but never give up
because this ends after death
so be prepared for everything that comes in front of you
it is destiny that moves us like a toy
death stalks us all the time like a reptile
harmless before it like a childish rabbit
we cannot avoid it, nor can we control it
there is no way to stop it
many people who They wanted to see me destroyed
among this concrete jungle they have disappeared
the ambition that betrayal causes in man
it is an unforgivable action, it is not right
people no longer think about pain other people
in respect and much less in the things that your other people do
oh great lord I ask you to help me
in situations of this life forgive me
Do not forget me!< br/>

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