THE DIARRHEA OF WAR WILL BE THE END
Theologians, philosophers, charlatans, tricksters and liars
Since the History of Humanity have told us:
-A better world is impossible.
The Diarrhea of War will be the end
And from its defecation a new life will spring forth
Like the cheeses that are cured among manure
That is how we procreate among asses full of shit
Like donkeys well mounted on she donkeys and asses.
Each faith or each of our gods
Also come mounted on their donkeys.
They come to battle. ¡What a feast of deaths they will have¡
Giant armies unhinging the mountains, the hills
The buildings, the schools, the hospitals
Hoping that no puppet remains with a head
And if they are women and children, honey of death on flakes!
-The combat has to be the bloodiest
The Chief of War orders
Touching his balls that make the earth tremble
And the sky trembles thundering bombs
Stunning the displaced
Who go through the fields, the paths, the roads, fleeing
Some stumbling, others slipping
Touching with their heads
The mass graves that await them.
But, always, there are some who, in courage, exceed them all
And they fornicate because they cannot resist
Since the desire to screw is not respected even by the dead
Even if they see themselves thrown into the only hell that is this Earth.
War of religions? Not a damn thing!
War of vested interests, of ambitions,
Of theft, of looting, of rape.
No trace of faith, nor relics remain in any of them.
Everything is owed to the Diarrhea of War
Those who lie on the ground or in the decomposed rubble scream.
And to whom is it all owed?
To the mss killers who shit where and when it suits them
Mother Fuckers and of everything that moves
First-class criminal bastard pigs
As the Annals of History indicate us.
