They are two and come home from partying.
They are two and she’s María.
They are six, very manly,
Who ignore cowardy.
The men tell the other gal she can go,
She does without a doubt.
They are six and she is one.
What this game is about.
And after the barbarism, they left her for dead,
She very could have died that night.
She is one, her name María.
She is one, ill from guilt.
Her so-called friends made jokes on it.
Her family didn’t give her due support.
She is one, her name María.
There’s but solitude, there’s nothing but will…
To not die.
Abruptly, the seed explodes
Will.
Will to live. Will to Power.
She is one, her name María
She is one and only training exists.
She is one and her name is María.
She is one, and so there’s a God, so she trains.
And so years pass by..
She is one and her name is María.
Goes out in plain night, with suggestive wears.
She is one, and María is her name.
That night they were four.
Poor candies…
For she is one and María is her name.
She is one and remembers her training.
She is one and armed herself to the teeth.
Her name is María, as she grasped her iron punch.
As usual, she left nothing to chance.
She ensured they wouldn’t survive.
Thus doing favours to this sick world.








