Now and then, memo to the future

 

 

Now 

Hell is the gateway

No one orders,

nobody does anything

Believe in the explosion

Or terrorist or lying,

But do not buy the fight

nor sell your soul.

The power of anger

and the pain of the world

Wept in known tongue,

and vomit on the correct

and weak

narrows view.

 

and Then

The forest out there

It´s not the same.

All the blame

Of some of us.

Everywhere

There´s fire,

Consumes everything

Around 

Inside

All memories

All coletive past

Is gone.

Stays Blury

The future.