In No Man’s Land, all Is suspended
All thinking is an instant ban
showed into musky can
Waiting there for the arrival of a better day
looking for the emergence of another way
Humans marching without heads, buying death beads
Sea of Lost Souls
becoming lifeless ghouls
proud to be divided, subsided
Terror is a new pheromone
waiting to enter the human bone
trying to find a new cousy home
to pollute, execute
to take to validate
This evil, that evil,
evil on the side,
evil without the perfect bride
Suddenly everywhere, and everything is filled with marching orders
former great lands without borders
This false hope, this inexcusable dope, run by Pope
Rome trying to lead all people home
Salvation for some…
For others the world of pain in a new domain
Those that sold their souls, decided not to be bold
Possessing a heart that is already cold and shredded
waiting to be embedded, their godless affair settled
Hang on the halls on bloody walls
Where the word of truth lost her roots
Filled with cowards and goons
but mostly with radical Buffoons
In the neverending halls filled with lunacy
old dusty rug sleeps, called a papacy
waiting with demonic non-human eyes
The final victory of old lies
There, were no living heart, beats
This sleepless, disgusting evil sleeps
Hoping that the force of justice never visits, never greets
These nonhuman Bad seeds
This hunger, this warmonger
These greedy eyes, filled with giant rotting flies
attracted to foul smell, preaching Hell
Is all lost?