searching for beauty
and the wisdom of man
the centuries of labor
a doomed legacy.
Letters and symbols, vile tasting,
excrements of humanity
destruction and profit,
cries buried in the dirt,
a trail of blood the barbarian's path
guided by holy ideas, monsters,
disemboweling the Earth,
sinister spirits guiding them
feeding on dead flesh.
There is no other path!
There is no other path!
but to travel the path of the innocent
feel the agony of souls trapped in infinity,
cries of torture and anguish,
and we are building our legacy
decorating houses with cadavers
thirsty for images of death.
Our disharmony,
the harmony of the universe,
pain lost in the abyss,
pain never existed,
passing years scour the trails of blood,
cries lost in the void,
cries never existed,
memories sanitized,
we dig our nails in the flesh of the cosmos
seeking immortality,
we are the parasites of the heavens.
Fivos R Drymiotis 8/28/2005