Apocalypta : looking for the way to success
Apocalypta, disagreement in the air
The soldiers of binary colors
Know only one code, 1 or zero.
They like to make up walls
And barriers and make
Love escape until it disappears
From the horizon.
They killed the pleasure,
They like luxs a lot
Until the brain deceases
Into rational and painful thinking.
We the soldiers of drunkenness
Get high on poetry and art
And bite each other when we meet.
Even asleep , they fight this wave
Of sweet and safe unconsciousness,
May it give them nightmares like
The pain we endure to be close to
Them and to Him,
Between lost esoterics
And the mathematics,
Finding a way for success…
May the day bring new
And night deep rest
And a peaceful
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