Are you ill? Or is it still
Just your mood? Don’t shoot
At the skies, God is good,
Angels laugh at such guys.
Life is rough for the fools,
Bloody pools aren’t divine.
Grows vine to the sun,
You are Mother Nature’s son.
I’m in vacuum - lonely, lonely like a star
With years for light to reach my neighbors.
I drive my car along a sole road like a scar
Cutting the desert of my soul. And my labor
Is invisible for humans, only cactuses, green aliens,
Laugh at my jokes and appreciate my sense of humor.
My allies forgot me and I start my life and fight anew.
A ray of light in the darkness of the hell. And who are you?
Do you really smell the flavor of the paradise?
Do you see with your own eyes
The divine sunshine of your salvation?
Or just believe like sleeping population
Of these three dimensions in positive intentions?
My sword is singing in my lightening fight
That I am always fit and right.
My enemies are senseless dolls,
I take them by surprise before they rise
To their feet. Their heads roll off the shoulders
In the heat of my attack. The elders
Of the space show the trace of their fleet
After defeat. Another race knows better
The sacred letters of our past that will last
For millenniums to come. The scum
Of atheism and Satanism will melt
Like darkness in sunrise. Paradise
Can be felt in a single flower or seen in eyes.