(Verse 1)
In a cold hallway, of darkness, cruelty, description, and pure evil in the hospital Dr. Horacio Oduber hospital, a fat doctor who stands in the doorway of the room on the fourth floor takes out the relatives and loved ones with her accomplice, the dark, skinny doctor make the most crazy decision of their lives to take the place of God the almighty father, his great holy will to finish off our elders and from January 21st until the 23rd, 2025, of a patient, mommy, who circulates pure morphine in her veins, in order to help her, they decide to finish her off, while she is fighting for her life, women who have to support women just like them, discriminate against them with a black heart, no feelings and full of pure evil, and having already removed all previous treatments, they increase the morphine more, giving her an overdose with a cruel, inhuman death, which in the world is classified as a premeditated, intentional crime, with the full support of Dr. Horacio Oduber hospital, his The hospital's director, board, and competent health authorities, violating all international medical ethics, without morals or mercy, ask the people how many more patients they have used. Similar to the way they operate, the cartel best known in the Voca de Pueblo as the Morphine Team and its group to which they belong, led by infectious disease specialist Dr. G. Rodenburg, cannot go out without question to give an explanation to the people and their families because, holy God, the almighty Father, his great holy will, unmasked him. His perverse morphine, which in reality is euthanasia, deceiving the people and their families. Mother without light,
Your body, Mother, struggling with its cross.
A closed door, they want to push us away,
While your voice, inside, never stops crying out.
We feel your departure, a fear without equal,
But the soul does not surrender to the end.
(Chorus)
Morphine is not the answer! Our love cried out,
We wanted a thousand solutions for your pain.
With faith we embrace you, with all our hope,
May life prevail, may the scales tip.
God the Father, hear our plea, our prayer,
May divine justice touch every heart.
(Verse 2)
In white coats, merciless orders,
They said "suffering," but not the truth.
Without serum, without remedy, without any other option,
A deafening silence, a cruel decision.
Antibiotics! Help! May the soul remain standing!
But the "morphine team" blinded their faith.
(Chorus)
Morphine is not the answer! Our love cried out,
We wanted a thousand solutions for your pain.
With faith we embrace you, with all our hope,
May life prevail, may the scales tip.
God the Father, hear our plea, our prayer,
May divine justice touch every heart.
(Bridge)
Where is the ethics? The faithful oath?
When the ego takes over, as bitter as bile.
Taking your place, O God, in your will,
Who decides tomorrow, who gives us the truth?
Our elders cry out, their courage must shine,
It's not time to give up, it's time to fight.
(Final Chorus)
Morphine
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