Batman rises, Snowden falls, and the Eagle wants his liver (english version)

Literary tribute to Edward Snowden, son of Prometheus.

(Translation by Thelma Belo Anacleto dos Santos)

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Follow him, with the anger in your bones.

You’re not living, you’re Just waiting for things to get bad again.

A lot  of guys go to tunnels when they’re overage

Considering your body has no scars, I wouldn’t recommend it.

The evil ressurect from the exactly place where we try to bury it. Secrets are no longer possible.

Aren’t you supposing too much?

Don’t you worry, it takes some time to get used to this new way.

She Just needed your knowledge. Why did you give her your life too?

Love? ...So that’s the feeling

The one who serves a person is the lord of another.

When I say this is Just another day, I’m preparing my regret.

Do you know what you’re doing? I know what it means. It means you’ll hate me and I’m gonna lose someone whose absence I can’t stand.

You’re wickedness in person.

No, I’m a necessary evil.

I’m sorry for what’s about to happen to you.

No, you are not.

Now you’re one of us, no longer allowed to believe in coincidences.

Suffering empower character.

Someone goes and take it all, someone comes and bring a kiss and betrayal in return

Peace has cost your strenghs. Victory has defeated you.

You chose darkness. I was Born in light

Yes, I’d like to know what would be destroyed first: your body or your spirit?

A man has to eat human flesh sometimes, but what an appetite you have!

Are you a torturer? Yes, but not of your body...of your soul.

I’ve learned that real dispair lives rigth below hope. They’re a couple, with a lot  of age difference.

I just came to give back control to the people

But riches Will be forced out from their confortable nest.

Innocence can’t flourish in here, it must be eliminated.

A child born in hell, wrought in suffering, hardened by pain, whose beauty was stolen. An extraordinary child, no one born in privileges. Does she destroys or rebuilds the world?

The leap for freedom is not a matter of strengh; surviving comes from the spirit, from the soul.

You’re not afraid of death and believe it makes you strong; it makes you weak. The most powerful impulse in universe is the fear of death. The young who reached freedom without the rope and got off the inescapable dirty hole.

Ressurect, born in Sky, so you can save others. Reborn the livers as well, victimized by eagles or alcohol.

Like someone born in hell, in a prison with no bars, you’re in it because you want, deserve or didn’t really try to get out. You’re guilty, and getting over guilty is not a matter of strengh...

You don’t wear this mask to protect yourself, but the ones you love the most. Protect them from what? From you.

Come with me, stay with me, save yourself, you don’t owe anything else to these people, you already gave them everything.

I hear the sound of battle, the sound of a new beggining, where’s the fear of death now? Closer than you imagine...

A good news I give you in silence, and looking in your eyes.

Don’t do that to us, we’re innocent.

Innocent is such a overstated word to use around here.

It’s the slow knife, that waits ages without forgetting, and never forgotten, that silently slips through the bones; it’s the knife that has the deepest cut.

Feel the heat coming from the bonfire where now burn every soul you’ve desappointed.

I fulfill the orders from The Father, and finish the task He begun, and my Father Sees and Knows all.

It would be good to imagine that Good beats Evil, and that the good guy returns home for his girl, but maybe she won’t be there, maybe she has issues playing this role, or maybe the good guy doesn’t come back.

There’s a price for everything, no matter they’re right or wrong, sooner or later, me or you.

Helpful souls, prosperous and happy, that’s my legacy.

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