Genocide

far from here
deflagration
hits the sky
mankind fixed... too late

the execution's breath
hunts present away
sweeping the creation
with the back of his hand

our dying groans implode
through the lamentations collapse
a provoked silence persist
the doubtful silence of the human remains

powerfull intrusion
of the viction
our own sphere

degeneration of the populations
desintegrate all of the nations

darkness descends on the earth
as we lost our paradise

«What should be next
we are about to die on our feet
each war strikes men and they laugh
it is time to rise»

slavery misery

upon those violent acts

closed window
lies