There is still fate, lines I can’t cross, barriers I can’t pierce, so many things I can’t say, there is still blasphemy, your father watches everything, he judges, he weighs, he understands we're sinners, but there are many things, for which we must still pay, some run to the horizon, to escape their problems, some make their home on a mountain, they build walls, gather wealth, curse you, if you dared covet it, some can’t run, they must accept, face reality, take it up the ass, after some dinner, a bottle of wine, perfume, snort some coke, inhale the flowers, some choose to fight, they invest in their skills, become pugilists, they trust, in the power of their blade, the piercing power of the spears, they aim, they shoot, and they become stronger, the cat makes his way, the mice scatter, no matter how we react, we’ll be judged and weighed…

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