Killing the present insanity in the intestine.

Don't get in while they are in that room.

Would you like to see what it would happen?

The blood would flow off for its pores,

Your mind would go to explode as a popcorn,

Prisoner in the unconscious one would be if debating for hours,

The souls already make isn't part of itself

The hour arrives to reflect...

For the sins that committed,

For the people who had not received its pardon.

Let's go!

For the times that received the pardon and didn't give value.

It would not only be enough to repent themselves, but to beg for the pardon.

Slowly!

The hour arrives to surrender...

That you will only find in God.