An insistent drip
My forehead just wishes for their forgiveness
My hands rise no more
The judgment without compassion
How many have gone
Under the shadow of impunity
An insistent pain
My mind just wishes revenge
I have blood on my hands
The judgment without compassion
So many faces!
Who are you?
I don’t fear death’s cold
I follow you
Without face or name
Beauty or vanity
The wealth of its soul
It’s just the silence
But it overwhelms time
With its insane essence
Totally unconscious
I start screaming
Raise your soul!
Who are you?
Rise to battle
To kill
