Strands of the Past

Mighty shadows in the sand are welcoming
To lurk into their past
The sky above is painted red and it cries
And it makes sunrays collapse
There's an opened door to the unknown
And it's bound to be explored
Humans reaching hands and the shadow grows
And then consumes them all

Their bald and round foreheads are arrogant
And bathed in grim frown
Stepping towards the very end of their lives
Of what yet has not begun
The confidence in their hands looses grip
As they push to kneel down
Before the universe

To return and merge in one
To the stars and I and you soon we will fly

And then
There is no light
The faces smoothen up
They see thousands of lies
They fed themselves upon the golden calf
So free and cleaned of dirt
So pure in mind
Their eyes begin to see
The visions hidden in the dark

We used to put hands in our minds
Opening skies
Keeping all pain away
Hidden before, now sore in the eye
We're burning our souls in order to grow
We seemed to care about our lives
Before the poison weakened us down
We turn blind forgetting how true we once were
We ended up begging for fast sudden death

Calm less and painless