Oh, great City in the Clouds,
Are you what is claimed?
For I for sure have many doubts:
Down here we should all be chained.
Violence rules, with death as toll;
How can differ here from there?
Are well just a sick game's doll,
Or are hence called Satan's heir?
Hope there is, thoug, in form of few
Heroes I call them, since they are pure
Angels of humanity, risen anew
I therefore pray for them to endure
For people to see them, and get the clue:
Be like them, so we can rest assured.
