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I belong to an era where who who meditates is forced to weaken his timewhere he who sticks to ancient promises sinks and brings with himhis essences, his odors and his humble intentionsI'm gripped in my desire, I'm stopped by my hindranceI'm looking for vital space but I implodeOppressed by my moral load I say in placeI belong to a time, I struggle againstAnd ethics that doesn't appertain to meI oppose, but I see my enemy darkenedmy accomplice patiently waiting for light's arrivalI fill myself with internal force, studying the winning strategyit has come, I bracket ithe's strange, I see himI observe him, I feel himHe goes ahead and takes possession of his featuresI feel him, I see himI feel him, I see himOddly known, painfully knowntragically identicalI implode while I'm blocking my bloodthe bitter accomplice takes me back, I cannot barI cannot refute it before having understoodwhy I must live to fight my uncompromising instinctI belong to an era where the enemy is not always out of me From Letras Mania