We may feel to be cursed,
damned as an outcast,
but the last will be first
and the first will be last.
Oh, the minds confused
by the governments groomed,
with their lies infused,
don’t think, we are doomed.
It may seem that the world
goes straight to hell,
but the Seed of the Word
breaks the nightfall’s spell.
They entomb it in concrete,
the seed that’s alive,
but the seed isn’t conquered,
cutting through like a knife.
Piercing through like a dagger,
drilling through like a drill,
One could only stagger
at the might of its will.
Human notions will burst
that in stones were cast,
and the last will be first
and the first will be last.
28.02.2015