An engendering calling to mind no front lines Sheltered and dazed in balderdash most profound Ideals now conjectural - And have been for long - The conceited strides of bigger brothers Once just enthused by anger and its treason Finding the abyss truly glancing back My conscience sinister sins stacked Those times, of effortless infinity of spirit Moments of the sloth, thoughts tumbling into property War times, a hundred years or more Beyond shores and high coast rick – Catastrophe shall flock Flood times, as if revelation-writ – It’ll self-destruct, you needn’t pray for it. In this hell-hole called existence That I don’t lament but hate I become the cold rock of ship-wreck As I can’t take the common bait Those times, of effortless infinity of spirit Moments of the sloth, thoughts tumbling into property War times, a hundred years or more Beyond shores and high coast rick – Catastrophe shall flock Come forth, desolate era For which those of accord dismay Salutations on behalf of the of the inevitable Babylonian tower resting on religious clay In this hell-hole called existence That I don’t lament but hateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
