invaders

Бричков Владимир Борисович
Everyone is visiting the Earth.

Are we the visitors,
 or are we the invaders?
Lurking, sniffing out
looking
 for all the answers,
Seeking the truth,
when all those lies
are always the dominant factor.

They’re snicking around and spying on all of you,
Eventually going to catch up
to you,
Also destroying not all,
but the most of you,
And once they do,
The truth will forever perish,
Same truth that still hurts,
the one we no longer cherish,
Perhaps we were
meant to be doomed?

Save the Earth,
Save your soul,
Start living in your own conscience,
Everyone else’s thought
The world’s oldest and greatest nonsense,
We’re playing with water and fire,
In this spectacle world
of our own, most deepest desire.
Not thinking , but simply wanting,
Not doing it, mostly avoiding.
All good is eventually dying,
Because all we do are just trying.

Perhaps some are looking to trace us,
Or just’ trying so hard to erase us,
With all their love without feelings,
Than perhaps their hate without meanings,
Erasing all our souls
and beginnings .

So get here already then!
Stop guessing and praying then!
Just enter and then do something,
It’s much better, then doing nothing,
Participants are allowed!
All doubting creates more doubt.

Where do you think are we?
Most live among us
in this century,
Perhaps in a different country?
Oh dear!
Please!
On a contrary.
This subject is not controversial.
An outcome irreversible.
Is it even for real?
And how about you
in all of this ?
Are you for real?
Are we for real?
Perhaps we are the invaders.

(Hard Rock!)