green pastures and barren sky
seething on a barrel of wanderlust
of that ugly bird escaping the eye
crying on a broken statue about to rust

tears falling in pieces, keeping names
talking of lost faces and weeping gods
as flames of heaven rises, once again
corpses dying for ages, born and lost

on a broken mountain rests a mute
no words to seed in the valley below
sins of glistening haste to commute
a tree of faith has a bark so hollow

being treaded by the lone thunder
in awe of the wonder it won't behold
as it wanders from one arm to another
a throat slit in search of ash and gold

a white cloth traverse through air
everywhere a blanket of scars unfold
in the dark, you can hear evermore
something more than dreams and cold

sold to pharaoh who demands dowry
in return for an eye, all yours to keep
another tale to make a blind story
hush, the little child have to fall asleep

and the big old man to take its place
in frozen horizon yet to fall and bleed
smoke devouring the fire it once made
the dark awakening one can't teach

nor the forks that line the salt ocean
burning with the vengeance of fallen
running naked to the peak, door broken
Peeling a father's will cursed and stolen

another pretty child consumed by a bird
bones scattered all across the blue sky
there are more lies in this good world
in another ducklings ugly last good-bye