Luis and the Dominants
My dream of power comes over me when my eyes are open. The torment of my soul, grown on the crimes of humanity against what surrounds us, I live when my eyes are closed. I wish my hands were so big to protect all that is endangered. Would that my arms were so long to lift all that is threatened from humanity. Although the equation is simple, who has the right to the planet, a solution is more distant than the hope of a change of mind of dominance. So all that remains is the cry of helplessness. A cry that Luis is no longer capable of, he is the last of his kind.
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