Return to the arena of disasters,
Inside me a quake appeals and destroys;
My opposition is adamant, against me
As I plunge into seas of blood
Expected to learn, and live.
The sea of hope is far away,
Like the liars of ancient nature,
This time we see the deceit, so appealing
To the senses.
Let us be hopeful in this event,
The events of change are among the weak ones,
Stages of horses are against us,
We deliver the offal of animals and mammals,
Features blindly are following me.
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