Buried under thousand grounds
Flagellated on earth wounds
Holds deep inside it’s one moon
Baby bounds

Waves and tides, waves and tides
Sit on a the sands of a beach

Cycles of terror
Marginalizes the hour
Paper cards and stones
Blue, green, white like bones

One circle to round the mind
Look around and find
A scar
Futility

At the end the wind
Carries the soul
To the shade of the trees
And goes beneath to find
It’s root it’s eternity
Lusting creeping inside
A flavored dynamite child
The sun rises and time catches
The spinning of 365
Like eyes
In their orbits
We die
This planet peels the void
Our madness rottens it’s core
But we come from soil
And at the end
In wrath we boil
Mother swallow us
Again
With a blowing breeze
A….Men