The age of numbers
Homo iratus
Before "me" innocence
Protected me, shielded me
Words of the wise support the pillars of the world
Protected me, shielded me
Words of the wise support the pillars of the world
A false legacy of miasmatic ideas
Of a fanatic father and a subjected mother
The world ...what is it ?
A flashy game
With a beggining, middle and end
A royal theatre of tyrants
With a sterile imagination
Newborn "whys"
On one foot
A punishmet for every question
Answers "why ?"
With the passing years
The moist of philosophy got desiccated
And nothing but dry numbers were left
The world : numbers with simple excellents
Of corrupted teachers, a life of "yes sir"
"Why?" nourished a dream and a reality
In the years that passed
In the age of numbers
The passing age of numbers
The light I cherished has burned my eyes
And so I envied the blind
For they were not
Witness to my downfall
(Witness of our downfall)
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