In my present times I stopped searching for rhymes,
‘Cause The Spirit was lost in the lugubrious long winter
nights
When the flesh was wrapped in rugs until blood gushed
And sprinkled my glasses while I was running through a red
dotted cloud,
All humanity flushed in front of my eyes and away with it,
my convulsive mind
Was put to rest by the
robot in disguise, no end flame only showery blames
Washed bits of sin, demons remain with grins on rotten
faces!
No more places to escape the senseless system; no feelings
In a physically exhausting present I take the blame
For my spiritual death, consumed in long working hours
And minutes counted by some faceless people
Mindless robots feed by the grotesque media,
Organic news, home grown to amuse the large audience
And act as a catalyst for the ignorant viewers induced by
The 4th power in a cloudy democratic state;
A glorious crusade is developed as we scratch our heads,
A mass spiritual annihilation which spreads a deadly plastic
disease
A wave of human mutilation frozen in bombastic
contemplations
Of the new psychotic trends.
No self-reflection, no inner knowledge, no meditation, no
awareness
Plain spirits devoured of their connections and what remains
A walking carcass, an empty shell
a home for squatters;
In my present time I sit under the sea
Accept the land, the time with no thoughts to flee
I take the blame
Until I’ll set myself free.
