Spiders are crawling on every flower and they have feet caked in gun powder They invade the blooms of roses in the winter The world is shadowed in doom and my fingers bleed with splinters from the homes of freedom crashing down to rot but this is the hope of a people that grow like moss on fallen trees they stand like those flowers and march like bees They are the bloom of freedom in the dark ages of evil
These are my thoughts on the Ukrainian situation. I stand with you and applaud your strenght and resilience. Let's not forget the reason diplomacy and democracy exist.
A pair of eyes collides With one identical pair, The first pair owner lowers His head to bow as heir. The second rises slowly, Triumphant lifts his voice, Commands, commands this brainless Descendant of his choice.
But number One refuses He negatively shrinks And in the eyes of daddy He stares and never blinks A “NO” still echoes somewhere The word becomes a sword It riddles Second´s ticker And One is without lord.
Pale but smiling number Two Congratulates his son. Reassuring number One His loss means that he won. Then Two drops dead At least in part And moves no inch of bone
One, alone, falls into pit. Pit uncertainty. One can´t think straight, Brain so full that empty. Two wore coat, Two´s coat heavy. One still wears it, Legs are wobbly.
They tell you to be open-minded yet they narrowed what it means to have an open mind. “Think outside the box,” they say, yet the outside is guarded. Everything is a big puppet show. We live, then we die! In between, we go through so much agony only to attain this perfect life; a perfect life that yet to exist. We all play pretend. Some people find love, some find wealth, some suffer terribly. I just want to break that chain of a perfect life I didn’t ask to be a part of this but I was dragged into it. They claim free will, but it’s never free will, they hold you down. We let them define your happiness perfectly orchestrated by a wheel of illusion.