22.10.2021
Pandemic
I've never asked anything to this lifeNot even to come to this world
I wonder if it has a purpose but I don't reply
I hide what is left of myself
But now time is running out and I'm still in this place
Willing to trade this existence
At the cost of hate taking me without resistence
The rest is a judgment that has me already guilty
I insist on a weak point: this God has too many rules
It's already vile that it created the evil
I'm no longer asking its forgiveness
My sin is original and it's not the same
There's nothing normal anymore
It's either hell on earth or artificial paradise
So tell me what of these ipothesis doesn't hold
By its law, we are just sheep in a herd
And haven't you missed a small detail?
Wasn't it Satan who led us into temptation?
In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit
(Wait a second there's a misunderstanding)
How holy is this wobbly cross?
(Poising us and extorting us for the antidote)
I was born in the already marked sin
Where was my free will when I was baptised?
When they preached in his eternal love
When they created the underworld for those who disobeyed
Where was it? When I understood that there was no hope
Shocked by the image and its likeness
Where was it? When I heard his vicar on the opposite
Taking distance Christ is a revolutionary
And in the breviary is written blessed the marginalised
but on top of his shroud is born a golden temple
Politics and private then blood in the parvise
I have nothing in common with you, okay, I will excommunicated
But anyway I've already looked tat the bigger picture
The more they play the mystery the more are the questions
And not it expands like blood in a gravestone
In the name of your name penitenziagite*
In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit
(Wait a second there's a misunderstanding)
How holy is this wobbly cross?
(Poising us and extorting us for the antidote)
The choice is between giving us a clean break or transform us into them
But I am not putting on your collar even if it's golden
So I'm no longer imploring anyone and also
I'm sure that there's little fire and too much smoke in the game
And already from day one the imposed truths
But while I'm consuming myself someone has hidden them
And already knows the answers, so close the trunks
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni**