... ya no le rogaría nunca más por enterrar a ese demonio que nublaba su juicio. Igual ni ayuda le daba el encrucijado. Dominado por el deseo, sucumbiría en el festín placentero de sus propios malignos y aceptaría su oscuro camino. Una transformación que era inevitable, y finalmente en una tormenta de sufrimiento, abrazaría finalmente una deliciosa anarquía. 😈🔥
“Yo quiero hablar con Satanás, para pedirle una cosa que dios no me ha podido dar...” de la letra de la canción “Satanás” de La Tropa Vallenata.
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....he would never beg again to bury that demon that clouded his judgment. Even the guy in the cross offered him no help. Dominated by desire, he would succumb to the pleasurable feast of his own demons and accept his dark path. A transformation that was not avoidable, and finally in a storm of suffering, he would ultimately embrace a delicious anarchy.😈🔥
“I want to talk to Satan, to ask him for something that God has not been able to give me…” from the Lyrics of the song “Satanás” by La tropa Vallenata.