The night, is present with all her special accoutrements,
see how mystifying her final role is; from now time is at a stand still!
the stellar remnants, after the play is finally over
--interstellar medium of gas, dust and dark matter
accumulated waste after the rock concert, light years long.
Sell it to the best collector of art in the cosmos
go fast, find him before all the universes crumble.
Let each piece feed to his ego's need and the greed to possess
make him brag to the cosmic pantheon that he has the Piccassos, Dalis
and The scream, Munch's epiphany of mankind's predicament,
and all the galaxies from the dwarf to the most massive
present, past and the ones just fermenting on a wasted hope,
and the most original of the nights, the very last ever.
We'll drink the bubbling white blood of the day and dance,
the moon is our accomplice, we want to disappear together
before everything starts to disintegrate,
humankind on a pilgrimage, has then a change of mind
ladies and gentlemen we now are going
not for a fishing expedition in tranquil seas, but for a hunt in the wild.
hunt the rest of the world that rejects
our proposal to surrender, to the inevitable, we invited
we were immortals till the day before
but then we found out everything has a price.
For the gift of fire to the mankind, Prometheus had to
endure tantalizing days and nights, countless
let's forget the fear of sin, and false happiness of hope
even water becomes our pain,
once we are forced to think in terms of sustenance.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
The night, is present with all her special accoutrements,
see how mystifying her final role is; from now time is at a stand still!
the stellar remnants, after the play is finally over
--interstellar medium of gas, dust and dark matter
accumulated waste after the rock concert, light years long.
Sell it to the best collector of art in the cosmos
go fast, find him before all the universes crumble.
Let each piece feed to his ego's need and the greed to possess
make him brag to the cosmic pantheon that he has the Piccassos, Dalis
and The scream, Munch's epiphany of mankind's predicament,
and all the galaxies from the dwarf to the most massive
present, past and the ones just fermenting on a wasted hope,
and the most original of the nights, the very last ever.
We'll drink the bubbling white blood of the day and dance,
the moon is our accomplice, we want to disappear together
before everything starts to disintegrate,
humankind on a pilgrimage, has then a change of mind
ladies and gentlemen we now are going
not for a fishing expedition in tranquil seas, but for a hunt in the wild.
hunt the rest of the world that rejects
our proposal to surrender, to the inevitable, we invited
we were immortals till the day before
but then we found out everything has a price.
For the gift of fire to the mankind, Prometheus had to
endure tantalizing days and nights, countless
let's forget the fear of sin, and false happiness of hope
even water becomes our pain,
once we are forced to think in terms of sustenance.
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