White orchids on the red rotten soil
red fumes, red rain, red flowers of doom
Fragrance of those ruins, vision recoil
killing spree for our tears in bloom
Gardening the graveyard, we sang the Flood
Death of the dead, life that recurse
We smell it all, still we inhale this world
Theres lil of a breath, in all of us
Tower of Babylon, centering the dreams
dammed flow, directions, throw away feelings
First of recreation, down under screams
buried past of chains and human ceilings
Burning the utopia, we cried some blood
Touch of an angel, hammer of a curse
We pray it all, still we build this world
Theres lil of a god, in all of us
Jungle of falling trees, numb parasites
No water, no light, no mercy slaughter
Bunched axes, accompanying dynamites
A hunt for self, in memories of other
Searching the heaven, we found the mud
A lotus of lust, a lone universe
We hate it all, still we live this world
Theres lil of a love, in all of us
(The end is incomplete ... coz it has to end in love :P)
14 Jun 2008
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Profound thoughts woven very well
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