PERPETUAL MOTION

Perpetual motion

Won by the same deception

 that always chained my hands,

 preventing them from reaching

the expected future.
Sold around the corner to affordable,

 as if it were a commodity on sale,

 thrown on the stones of the pier,

run over by time,

by the fury of the powerless and beaten by life.
A rogue, drunk, half-naked exposed a bitch,

 instead of blood,

a rotten disgusting mixture

running through his veins.
Instead of meat,

 a pile of shit wandering the dark corners and dirty city.
Abortions and aged body,

rotten teeth,

eyes and stopped an oath as a response.
A body syphilitic paying their debts

generating new debt,

 perpetuating the unplayable debt

 of a society also syphilitic.

CONFRARIA LOURES