Las Cosas Que Detestan (The Things We Hate)

Make a fist
   Five points of power,
   Five points of fight,
   Swing it.

If you miss, Tu eres debil
   If you hit, Tu eres debil
   If you fall, Tu eres debil
   And to stand over another as they cower in fear, makes you weak as well
  
Detesto Los debiles,
  Detesto Los emociones
  Los detestos que lloren
  
The desert does not cry for water 
   The thorn does not thirst for blood
   I do not cry for I am not weak
   I am soulless, harsh, concrete
   Ronca Como mi Vida
   
Los debiles yo detesto
   Porque yo soy Una.

 

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