The Masks of Virtue

O hypocritical, insidious and perfidious world,

Your mask of virtue hides a homicidal heart.

You promise, you smile, but your teeth are fangs,

And behind your laughter, we hear your sobs.

In your false clarity, the shadow is omnipresent,

Your sweetness poisons, your hatred is innocent.

Justice is a farce, a game of deceptive masks,

Where the executioners laugh loudly and the victims cry.

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O you, the truth, unattainable specter,

How hard it is to see you, through the sand,

Which we throw before our eyes, to veil our minds,

And make our souls toys, gray fruits.

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Your morality is sullied, your honor is an illusion,

And beneath your beautiful speeches, I smell the lure.

The nobility of souls is only a futile decoration,

Under which hides a vile and hostile desire.

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In this absurd theater, where everything is a lie,

The powerful delight in the evils they prolong,

While the humble, bowed under the yoke,

Laugh at their own fate, and at their wounds, with passion.

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O cruel society, feast of black souls,

Your throne is erected on heaps of ivory,

Of broken lives, crushed by the cold gear,

Of an enormous machine, implacable law.

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I spit my rage at you, biting irony,

O glass society, arrogant fragility.

In your broken reflection, I see my revolt,

And the echo of my hatred in you is reflected and collided.

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Tremble under the wrath of those you abandon,

Your fall will be harsh, your end a mass.

The weak will rise, the brave will rise,

And on your ruins, a new day will sing.

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