автор: Gabriel

With seductive tenderness
you kill millions
to save one,
to condemn one
to imprisonment,
in the end saving none;
blind to the failure of reasoning

We only transcend
to keep the value unchanged:
an exchange of chains,
so heavy hands
can turn the hourglass
yet again...
And this is all we ever do:
trading the many for the few.

We follow the model,
devastate the gardens
for a single plant to grow.

You call this blossoming of beauty...
This is endless repetition
of creation and destruction
from the same mold.
Once mother nature is tired of it all
her children will see
the most violent kiss good night...
(burning free)

I kill millions to save one
for a grave beneath the sun,
a shared privilege
of faded memory...
Rolling our days up that hill
we are one, yet alone,
pushing the tomb stone,
none other than our own.

So when we kill millions to save one
between love and war,
the line is slim to none,
but you cannot close the door
and I cannot choose
what to keep and what to lose;
and neither can they.
Thus we learn and we teach to betray.

Sending all to a race for survival;
brothers and sisters turned rivals.
The first one to cross the line will be the anti-messiah,
and also the martyr...