Fire in the air and darkness in height,
all wisdom is
ashes with a bang on the glass: science
shattered and nothing you say is true, all lies. Sealed
stitched mouths and eyes,
Invunche born in silence and do not realize,
a powerful demon that rushes over the heads
and light fires in the magnanimous smart.
Nothing is true, everything he says is a lie
and even if true, who would believe me?
Because between hide smiles and blandishments lies, fights no arguments
looking superiority.
Nobody is perfect and no one will be.
discord abounds in those eyes, just disbelief,
the tongues of fire consume the false science
of white angels sing in heaven
and in a blink of an eye, dropped with his dagger.
And nothing I say is true,
who perhaps would believe me?
is easy to be light in the darkness
and very difficult to be warm in the light of noon.
Light "is one that turns the planet or it burns?
0 comments:
Post a Comment