Gruel
An endless sound of nature
Carried in the harms of wind
Carves a light of hope in our
Damaged, blind and selfish minds
Obliged, by pain, we run
In the shadows of lust
Trying to make way for sacred
Sins of chameleon monsters
Across the land and deep down
In the heart of the being
A speech is build, a love is killed
And all we're asked for is why?
Believing in the power of blood
An ancient friend brings famine
That's when, together, we jump and scream
Waving ourselves to a soft slapped punch
Vasco Pompaelo
