Getting Out Of The Hell Poem by Adilson Pinto

Wake up, wake up you
It's morning, the night went away
The wolves stopped their cries
The witches disappeared among the woods
There is no baby now to be sacrificed...
The black goat is tied up
It seems that all these things they never existed...
Wake up, wake up you
Take a cold bath on the waterfall
Put your better clothe, go to the city...
A man who was into the worst nightmare
When he wakes up he already
Is not the same man who was sleeping...
He wakes up as an elder
His chest shines also his face
He now knows where'sthe hell
And how he can get out of it
To live the best heaven of himself....