Dedicated to Arthur Trinidad
Torture, by any means necessary,
how retribution became my passion,
enter the dark soul of a twisted mind.
Ghosts of my ancestors come to bury
human remains, a corpse, my cousin died
on his own in a diving pool, ashen,
suffocated, his face, in the dark, blind,
traumatized by drowning, filled with mussels,
of course, he could not swim, he had no stride
for arms to reach the edge, the sea, the sea.
Cousin tortures cousin, to drown the soul,
left with him as a child, I died, be free,
ancestors spoke to me, they had one goal,
make sure he's found in the port of Brussels.
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