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Absalom

 

Hijos de un " Mesias "
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En el caos tenebroso de mi mente
falsos profetas se proclaman
como dueños de mi cuerpo ,
mente , vida, dignidad y alma.

 

Hijos de los dioses se llaman
y marioneta soy en sus manos ,
cuál miseria y despojo humano,
del sacrificio ,la sangre reclaman.

 

Cauterizada tienen la conciencia
como con hierro de marcar, son :
nubes sin agua , árbol sin hojas
de fruto podrido.....para quemar.

 

A jóvenes ,niños y ancianos
sin escrúpulos ni corazón
roban su dinero , tiempo y
educación advirtiendo:
¡ que viene Armagedon !
por las calles "predicando" .

 

Como señuelo: "el paraíso esperado"
dicen ellos, nuestros caudillos.
Que de un concepto somos cautivos
y por tal concepto vivimos esclavos.

 

Pero tengo la firme esperanza
que mi pronta liberación se acerca
pensaré : ¡que solo fue un mal sueño,
y que nunca viví en una secta!.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Autor: Absalom (Offline Offline)
  • Publicado: 26 de diciembre de 2016 a las 18:34
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Comentarios1

  • Elizabeth Chacon Stevens

    Gracias por compartir tu escrito. Saluditos.

    Pero tengo la firme esperanza
    que mi pronta liberación se acerca
    pensaré : ¡que solo fue un mal sueño,
    y que nunca viví en una secta!.

    • Absalom

      Gracias a ti Elisabeth.
      Un saludo .



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