DARMA
A DOR DE DEUS
É DOR DE ALMA.
E SE REFLETE NO CORPO
PORQUE O CORPO É ALMA.
SERÁ QUE NINGUÉM PERCEBE
QUE ESTOU PEDINDO SOCORRO?
DÓI.
MINHA DOR É A DOR DO MUNDO.
SOU ATLAS E SOU FÊNIX,
MAS PROMETEU ACORRENTADO.
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