2088-Serão dias de um futuro não muito longínquo?

A Fundição de Alfornelos não fornecerá mais mísseis para o Irão. 

É ponto assente que o Irão não receberá mais nenhum míssel fornecido pela fundição de Alfornelos. 

Quem o diz é o porta-voz da Comissão Sindical de Trabalhadores daquela empresa. 

“Os materiais estão cada vez mais caros.Ao preço a que está a mão-de-obra no mercado estava-mos a perder muito dinheiro.A situação estava a tornar-se insustentável e impraticável.Várias tentativas foram feitas no sentido da regularização do orçamento que vigora à oitenta anos, mas tal não foi possível... 

Daqui o Irão não levará mais nada!” 

Entretanto segundo nos confidenciou (ao ouvido) uma ”elementa” do conselho de gerência estará para breve, nm dos principais centros comerciais da capital, a inauguração da abertura da primeira loja para venda dos artigos termo-nucleares, fabricados naquela fundição, a preços bastante acessíveis e apelativos ao publico em geral. 

“Vamos acabar com as vendas por grosso e dedicarmo-nos à nossa verdadeira vocação:a venda a retalho...” disse-nos ainda a nossa confidente... 

Serão dias de um futuro não muito longínquo?? 
Só temos mesmo capacidade para inaugurar centros comerciais e afins... 

PS:Qualquer semelhança com a actualidade premente, factos ou situações, não é mera coincidência. 

Psychosexuality

A shadow, I prowl these decadent streets,

Perversion, degradation my soulmates.

An observer, I'm admist the innocent weak,

My fascinations are salacious and unchaste.

This netherworld of carnality is my existance,

I don't walk alone, for this is my home,

And my subsistence.

I silently drift through these darkened paths,

I'm a witness to human psyche in decay.

There's nothing here but burnt-out bodies and souls,

A breeding ground for the depraved.

I've plunged beyond the sickest depths of pruriency,

What is normal to me is far beneath what is seen as

mere "obscenity".

Can you feel the pain

Of these souls deranged?

Can you feel the pain

I have lived inside

These pathetic minds

And it's menacing

Psychosis

And lust is

So dangerous

Sexuality

At its most diseased

Has enslaved us...

I wish I could give you severe details,

But now's not the time nor the place.

I've sojourned through the vilest combat zones,

And been invovled in acts that are debased.

Virtuous lives are crushed in this malevolent den of thieves,

There's no escape from the abduction and rape

of virginity.

Scenic nightmares of brutal self-indulgence,

Nothing is sacred, especially life.

I completely share my amorality,

With the hookers and the hustlers that stalk the night.

Shocking, disgusting displays of human indignities,

Anything can be achieced in sexual iniquities.

Can you feel the pain

Of these souls deranged?

Can you feel the pain

I have lived inside

These pathetic minds

And it's menacing

Psychosis

And lust is

So dangerous

Sexuality

At its most diseased

Has enslaved us...

I've been seduced into this realm,

Why? I cannot say...

I've cleansed myself from all that's pure,

I've now incurred disgrace.

I can't put my finger on the attraction,

I'm not an anomaly.

In my domain of abomination,

Psychosexualuty...

I have a personal obsession with pain,

Dealing, receiving, to me it's the same,

It's a tragic game

Excruciation that goes unrestrained,

To others this pleasure may be insane,

Or at the least profane

Virgins forced to perform unspeakable deeds,

Immaculate youth placed in impurity.

The screams of pain, I have heard the screams

Of quiet exits, but forced entry.

Desperate souls of one accord,

With their lives in this sordid world

Women defiled for that vein-numbing fix,

Bestiality, this is sick.

Orifices committing disgust,

Grotesque forays into macabre lusts.

Why am I here? I've been drawn,

In this shameless world I belong...

Can you feel the pain

Of these souls deranged?

Can you feel the pain

I have lived inside

These pathetic minds

And it's menacing

Psychosis

And lust is

So dangerous

Sexuality

At its most diseased

Has enslaved us...

Men who pluck children from their families,

Teaching a man's "rules" to this younger breed.

To the black-market, parents sell their young under eight,

Anything older out here is too late,

Adolescence their fate...

Snuff films with their discreet mutiliations,

Anonymous fiends and confused, unwilling victims.

Desecrating unblemished bodies and minds,

Breaking and torturing, then ending their lives,

I have watched them die...

You've been given a glimpse of this pornographic scene,

Some of it scares me, all of it excites me.

This is my horrible, demented hell,

Once you're trapped down here I wish you well.

Why am I here? I've been drawn,

But honestly, do I belong?...

Can you feel the pain

Of these souls deranged?

Can you feel the pain

I've been trapped inside

These pathetic minds

And it's menacing

Psychosis

And lust is

So dangerous

Sexuality

At its most diseased

Has enslaved us..