Angara Damana A Truth Hidden In The Womb
the troops of darkness fly high in the sky to a dark
world where the blood
of the victims is running a spelled an unholy territory
and you walk on
the graves of a thousand man from past to now. and you
listen to dead
earth's screams fell the darkness, feel the hatred this
is a truth from
inside of you this is a truth from within me oh, so
dark and hateful so
mighty and able the repeating sentences, repeating
poems it is not a
f..cking dream this is the reveal of the despise and you
feel it when you
are drawn when looking at night's sky and celebrating
the birth of
humanity in the black holes of your being. who brings
humanity to
perfection? my hands or your will? the silent shouts of
the earth's
mothers? or the wondered philosopher of the recent
century? or the wet
cheeks of the hungry children? or the feeble screams of
the misanthropes?
or the tune of the old, fragile dying man? or this
tiredness from the
cruelty of life? who brings humanity to perfection? the
civilized material
worshiping man? it is the truth of mankind who lost the
humanity and never
comprehended perfection there is never a meaning for
human because
salvation is a meaningless phrase.
