I can feel it.
see it, believe it...
Yes, I can.

The kindle of destruction...
Oh man, this is good...
Yes, this is lively
Enjoying this canopy of death…

"Death? Enjoying? Are you crazy?"

No, I am not.In fact, if the truth has
to be TOLD,
I haven’t been wiser,
seeing this brutal massacre.
I would have given the best I have...

But today…
But today as life is on a rampage...
I can feel the thrill...
The goosebumps aren’t lying.

And the only price I paid,
for this One-time annihilation… is in time.

The time has finally turned its face,
The destruction is good,
because it has destroyed the hypocrite I was,
the shallow faith I had…

I am astounded by the canopy of death,
for I can see the death of waste
that I was.
These selfish beliefs have haunted me my entire life.
and they are dead.

The dance around the fire,
that is being fueled by my racist ideas,
my sexist prose,
my fascist poems,
is exhilarating…
feel the pace of me breathing…



I have a beginning planned,
a path well lit.
and goals strong fitted,
with thoughts, properly ventilated…
I wish to live life for its beauty...

I will start in that way,
where the concern is my tool...
and the concern well accompanied by positivity...

I dare now to stand for the human race...
attempt to expel the pessimistic radicalism,
deep-rooted…
and preach happiness…

And when I walk that road,
with love in my heart and song on my lips.,
I hope to find you there,
ready to be my partner,
sharing the dream of a better world,
because I am a believer.

And just to simmer the smell of ashes of failed me, let's refract.