I don't have much to give to this miserable who knocks at my door.

Blessed alms! Bless my alms!

I don't have much to give but i have no need to get.

Comfort myself in this situation. I feel good.

Blessed alms! Bless my alms!

How much i love the miserable who comes to me.

How comfortable it is to give my cynical coins.

I think to myself: Ha, miserable! Would die if not for me.

Thou art there, begging, looking up.

Me here, doing charity, looking down.

Lucky for thou that i'm a nice rich man!

Gave me alms? Well done, i despise thou!

Hate thou, for i bent myself before thou.

I can't give alms as thou doth give.

All my life thou hath done good unto me. Helped me. Warmed me.

Gave me alms? Well done, i despise thou!

Damn alms! Damn fucking alms!

I hate thou because i need, need thine cynical alms.

I despise thou! Hate thou with all my strength!

I despise thou!

If one day (evil as i am) i'm above thou,

Would i lose the opportunity of reaping vengeance of everything thou hath done unto me?

"Dobrei-me. Tu me socorreste, mas eu dobrei-me.
Era faminto e tu sentaste-me à tua mesa. Mas eu dobrei-me.
Como amo a minha ingratidão!
Tu me destes o que era confortável dar. E o que gostaria que eu tivesse.

Agora me sentirei confortável."


What have i always wished upon thou? Only thy suffering!

I was starving, THOU fed me.

I was cold, THOU warmed me.

Annoying THOU, always THOU...

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