Imperialism. Sky indulged with faculties beyond imagination
The brush swaying marvelous colors that speak true integrity
Yet forlorn sky, its colors are hidden by the truth that screeches
Oh hail wondrous sky of truth, speak no lies but proof
Your clouds initiate the true arms of wickedness, awful iniquity--
Paint it black, evermore can the truth be relieved…
Slanderous. The children of our time grasping metal and steel
The children of tomorrow death has become their appeal
I am a young man of the age of six, unable to feel
Deepen the roots of your fertility of mayhem
Since sarcastically there is nothing to lose
Just a father, a mother, a sister, and brother
Don’t forgive the siblings and relatives
Grasp death as if it is one with life
Yet living without love, is death itself but in flesh
Imperialism. Oh so grotesque reality has become
It has become no more with fundamental benefits
And has lost taste of morals and the sight of justice
Runaway pure spirit before poison follows
But where to run? But where to hide…?
Oh pray wondrous sky of truth, speak no lies! But proof!
Your clouds surround the sun, the sky and the moon, awful iniquity—
Paint it blank...nevermore can the truth be relieved
Paint it blank I say, nevermore can the truth be relieved.
Cradle. The sounds of baby stop whining in the darkness
The sounds of sprits moan in repetition as sadness
We all die someday, without the essence of happiness
Oh hail and pray wondrous sky of truth, speak no lies but proof
That a day will come of reality embarking fantasy and we shall
Forgot reality and wine with fantasy along path of death.