sábado, 9 de maio de 2009

Den... den... den

Caro aedo, canta-me logo
Cedo as proezas, segredo
Rogo tais belezas
A me tirar o medo

Inexpugnável sabedoria
Valha-me dia a dia
Pregnósticos da finidade
Infinita da mia vida

Outras vezes vim à Terra
Ombros nus ou pés descalços
Muitas vezes causei guerras
Assolei-me de percalços

Trago a tocha, prego a paz
Onde jaz a alma humana
Donde emana mia morada
Sã vontade inabalada

Se nem grilheta me anulou
Não serão tiranos mia derrota
Vivo verei vitória em voga
Dos xamãs, vates e Bobos

Badalando a chegada
De tempos finais
Noé, sua arca acabada
Eis a marca,
Pronto o cais.

***

End end end - the death knell ringing the apocalyptic end of the world as we know it - shower of meteors descending on Earth, utter disaster - 94% of the population under the hubris of gone civilisation, passed and gone. Bygone beings who wallowed in physicality. Bygone vanity, tyranny, human life. Bring it anew, time to review - past lives buried in sorrow, the hopeless fear of tomorrow.

The children we all did adore, so curt the happiness they bore. No thing was in vain, if anything we attain'd - the soul gain'd, that's all.

With or without
Rhyme or lore
World's end...
Who you are... It does matter.

Away with endless chatter
That being the last tatter
Before the coming disaster

You chose to neglect
Others to deflect
It bore no effect

Hiding for what...
You are what you've got
What you've sought -

Oh, it's a lot

[believe it,
or not]

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