books that whisper
sweet lies in the ears of mankind,
becoming bestsellers in this, a library of twisted reality
carved in muddy stones
forgotten down, in the bay of the dark river
that flows through our body
sedating our nerves and making us tumble
with the face buried in a lake of tears
that become sand...
flowing down our hands
oceans dried and an earth cracking
under the mechanized arm of the Human!
a race in decline
cheated by it's own greed and lust
for power to determine what's right and wrong,
to live forever
embodied in the buildings that grow now,
where once flowers dwelled...

an immense lie
that we are superior, that we have been created by god...
believed by our children
that consider themselves worthy to live as mere amoebas

sad, but let us right the wrong
and shout:
No, we do not have the right to destroy!
The Earth that gave us life!
Because it is the water, the forest, not the stars and a pathetic god,
who are worthy of our respect!

destroy the temple, break the altar
and let us go back to ourselves
let us go back into de forest and dream
let us see behind the yellow silk of ignorance...

let us see...

nothing in fact, but all in our mind!