...there ain't a man that is worth Holy,
for we all sin to learn the teach.
Waring at my expense
while you hide behind the lines,
call it Pure and add some glitter,
saying God is mysterious and out of reach,
I see your lies and count your greed,
raping the innocent and burning me at the stake.
Your words bare no Soul
and destruction follows.
The melody of a single beat hitting the floor,
darkened the crowds among the noise and alcool.
No names needed.
...and if God began to breathe,
only dreams and envy would talk about fortune and fortitude.
Bring me to here, and tomorrow, you will know.
...no bridge will mend the distance
for your name now bares the dust
of some whispers lost at sea.
...with all the weight I had to bare,
the rivers crossed the moutain peak,
illustrous to none but you,
no other current dare I seek.
...by the mirror of our words,
we reflected on the image proposed.
The waters rose
and all thorns flowed
to a colour of zero.
As empty as the sun in the ocean's depth,
so soon forgotten
with nothing left,
the wall you built by the crevaces,
with trenches and weapons to defend,
All empires crumble
and your millenia burns accross the sea.
Today became Forever
and your venom bore no seed.
Your voice still rings empty.
Your voice, sill... gone... silent.
I have heard this word so much,
it has lost all meaning
...curse my name, I will,
for wasting my time.
There is little hope in the word 'Freedom'
and NOTHING else
...that from the rain
upon which my country has fallen,
free from all nationhood,
but the same
...forgive your name
from that of which you were born,
the father's crimes
be not your own.
How such a landscape
be ruined by those who made history.
How such a beauty become scarred
and yet, not forgotten
...when is the last time you felt free?
asked the man to the prisionner.
when I wrote it