the sin of having to see the life
the force to spread and leave the night
to get beaten standing in the sunrise

the screams of the burning angels in paradise
agitating the children in the wombs at the dark

mothers hiding to save others’ lives
from a fire created by a slave’s palm
making it a torch twirling around the town

nothing but ashes the traitors walk among
how adjusted their world turned to be
by burning poor and throwing the crops
and all that won’t justify your gray soul