Skins & Land

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There is no pronoun, no identity,
No dreams, just thoughts and negotiations
Just senses and mind losing their status,
A medium, a roar inside the human architecture
A walking church in the wild,
A story flying above the human seasons,
A snake climbing the social ladder,
Shedding the dreams of others off this trembling skin
Crawling inside the silence,
Hissing shapes and forms beyond their senses

For what or for who?
All is for him despite the looks of this earth,
I cry silencing the offenses on my skin
Crushing their seeds, their future,
Securing mine, like a blood thirsty warrior
Because now space is not shared,
It is fought for,
In countless hypocritical battles,
Humans quarrel while the clock runs

All wasted while they negotiate,
Time and space misunderstood and mistreated,
Turning the earth into a wasteland,
As if purpose had died,
Grass slowly turning to sand,
Waters dry for Krishna,
Structures are merging, evolving, rising,
The dark Moon sees the bright stars
The stars just trust she is here,
Nobody sees the stamps of the land,
The marks of death build your faith

Freedom crushes these white skulls
Freedom breaks beyond the black night
Bleeding blue, eyes are gone forever,
Peeling every skin in sight,
Printing and burning every memory
Imagining is creating,
Dreaming is weaving,

A hollow skull stares,
Teeth ready to bite this so-called human flesh,
Blood rushes for him,
The closer it gets, the bloodier their pain,

Food comes from on the land
Not from the skins,
Yet here we are,
In hell where every breath they take is an insult,
History, knowledge and manners are gone,
Far from these skins and far from this land