This mute and motionless despair
Living in musty shadows and dismal, oppressive silence
Slowly germinating in the furrows
Of a human race,
Greed - clamouring from the depths of its abyss
The futility of everything
Festering in their middle-class refinement
Weeping for truth which was dead
It was the end
The act was silent and brutal
In this waste land
An ancestral outcast
In the triangle of earth, fire and water
The uncomplicated soul of trees
Dying of hunger
In front of mans last masterpiece
Lurid and spattered with blood
In the warm silence,
In the peaceful solitude

Gypsy