Sarabante Fading Future
Despaired thoughts,
of future years,
myriad abandoned dreams,
poisoned by an envenomed knife which crudely had pierced,
deep in the very source of life,
deep in the sense of existence.
Inaction, apathy, despair...
As every path to an escape seems to be blocked by morals,
every flag, every border, traps all wakening minds.
Repression under a suspended fear.
Opposition how to forbid?
A hope upon,
the gloom to steal from the hands of time.
Through war we will conquer peace...
so feel as though the power we're given,
to rise to a better world than this.
As though the fire had hidden force, to trample on this
f..cking bliss.
