About War
It is us
Who do we think we are. Killing for glory, bullshit of a superstar.
Who do we think we should be. Submission to the brainwash and fake feelings of done good deeds.
Why the triangle of sadness, why the words coming out of your mouth. The choice was ours, it always was.
To the ones I have never known, we cannot give you back your body, we cannot take them down the throne. Yet, what we can do is give the promise. The Promise o decide, to act and to try.
And we can promise that surrounded with everything dark, we will choose light, we will choose life, we will choose joy and we will choose to decide right.
Child and Peace
Deep in the dark, who is the predator, who is another.
Children hunting us for the answer of why.
They are no angles, their purity was stolen.
Holy stories are not for them, religion becoming nothing but another weapon, to spill blood of the other
You, the murderers. One day, someday. What you have done will find you.
It will cut deep into your rotten hearth.
Nothing will give you no peace. Not eve the stars you see when looking
They will trap anything good you feel deep into the darkness.
Nothing left to live, nothing left to die.