30 phrases from Central Faction for those who are a fan of the group

Between the burning bus and the closed college, the lunatic’s prophecy here is fulfilled.

I was born dead like in an Agatha Christie novel, cloistered in the dungeon of the sad castle.

I left school without reading, without knowing multiplication. Overcome by the laughter of the students who looked at me like a freak.

The Bible is not a shield, it is a manual for liberation, follow the example of Saint George, sword in the Dragon.

Don’t cry when the coffin leaves. It’s the sad castle drawbridge bending down for me to escape.

The world worships the idolatry of the perfect body. Play in the faulty human psychiatric hospital.

What’s the catch, I’m your lab rat? Are you testing how much a heart stores of hate?

In popular belief the devil has a horn and a tail, smells sulfur, has a pitchfork, wears a cape. It actually rides a uranium-armored Bentley. Gets on the Forbes Millionaires List at the end of the year.

Slave and farm owner do not sit at the same table. Racial, social apartheid in effect.

Romeo can’t live without Juliet and I can’t live without her.

I am a man of prayer, I repay evil for good and hate in return for my love.

But the volcano exploded, erupted and the lava that flowed melted his mansion.

Hate crossed the favela’s border to decree that peace is only under the earth.

Today God walks in armor, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels.

Kidnapper the media snake; a month, it’s dead, unlike someone who steals with a golden pen.

The six chicken thief is in prison. The banker is free because he has a fixed address.

The blood of the hill is the fuel for the jet.

Money is just paper, it doesn’t go to the grave.

Son is not born to suffer, does not ask to come to Earth.

Sorry, mom, to ask you for forgiveness, unfortunately, it’s too late. Sorry mom, all that’s left is the tear and the pain of longing.

I am a witness to a miracle of Christ, I see the crucifix making the oppressed peaceful. Faith in a horse dose cancels the spirit of war.

The Achilles heel of the poor is education. Imagine the beggar understanding the Constitution.

My point of view is sincere and gives process.

I did not hear from the mouth of Jesus for me to turn the other cheek. I prefer to believe that he wants me to be a gladiator, not a coward.

While hiding behind the Bible, the rosary, they vote on the project for the penal age to start in the cradle.

Where’s my gift, my hug? The bike I dreamed of doesn’t come with the snare. There’s no cake, no joy. It’s Children’s Day, but not for the periphery.

Lord, as I begin this new journey I ask for Your protection. Turn your eyes to the path that I am now going to walk, extending your protection over all my steps.

I’m tired of pain, suffering, the same story, the same end, the same example.

From soap to paper, nothing comes from the State. So why is the prisoner so expensive?

The other day a little uncle, with the cement can, disappointed with life shared his regrets. Instead of being in a rocking chair with a cigar, he’s got a trolley full of rubble.