I saw ...
people my age go
along the roads that never lead to anything,
seek the dream that leads to madness
in search of something for which there
in the world who have, in the nights that are wet with wine,
inside the bedroom pads processed
along with clouds of smoke from a world of cities,
to be against swallow our civilization tired
is a God who is dead,
roadside God is dead,
in cars made in installments God is dead,
myths summer God is dead ...
I have been told ...
that my generation now does not believe
in what have often masked by faith,
myths of the eternal homeland of the hero and
because now the time has come to deny
all that is false, the rings made of habit and fear,
a policy is only to career
concerned respectability, dignity, made of empty
the hypocrisy of those who are always with reason and never from the wrong
is a God who is dead,
camps / extermination in all God is dead,
with myths of racial God is dead,
with the party of hate ... God is dead ...
... ... ...
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