THE EXOTIC FISH

this religious taste built into the food boiled for years in the ancestral pot...
all acting like sheep subject to the appetite of a fool wind wolf

I soon found myself with the other slaves marching towards the temple
suffering happily in line at the false lighthouse and losing lucidity with every meter
all to allow the speed of our rush towards nothingness be understood as the remission of the flaws and gaps of our intriguing character

the density of the dark clouds over this part of life demonstrates everything
we're on the wrong side of civilization where magic recipes don't work
for my part i lost the ethereal connection with the deities on duty and the mistake was mine

for the taste of accepted lies soothes the brain more than the dismal truth sets free
but I saw how everyone slept peacefully after the sins committed
because their prayers were filled with hypocrisy and served the same end
wrapping in colored cellophane the enormity of boxes containing unspeakable impieties
while I watched the follies of people fervently attached to the unreal

It will be a long time before the state of darkness reverts to enlightenment
for many centuries they will pursue like mad a salvation that never existed
we are as alone here as the most exotic fish at the bottom of the sea is
and he will not be saved either because the purest truth is that there is nothing to save.

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