TREMBLE OF THE GODS
Tremble of the Gods, Fleshes of This World
We have given power to fleshes of this world
that are stone-hearted, cold-hearted and blind-hearted.
They have no path, dignity or spine.
They eat pain and bathe in blood.
They are strong indeed. Empty as well.
Their speeches are hollow, their voices crack.
There is no depth in their gaze.
They are shells that consist of crumbles.
Their veins are stained with screams of horrors.
They dream of shattered Dreams,
They fantasize about demons and hell.
Greed is their fuel, war is their laughter,
lies are their food, death is their traps.
Gods of democracy is what they call themselves.
They hide behind phrases such as compassion and freedom.
Love is no term they know of.
The soils are wet with tears from injustice,
the woods are moist with fear for humanity,
the oceans are drowning in roars
and the skies are burning with resistance.
The seeds are not only sprouting, they’re growing.
There is a Thunder on entry, it will not obey,
its respect is vaporized,
it has gotten rid of its manacles and the sand pebbles are vibrating.
From underneath, from within, from above a force is formed.
Our fatigue is eaten up by our wrath.
The tremble of the Gods must be known, it will be known.
It is known.
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