What of Creation?
My name taste sweet
As they bleed fear through their skin
They know death from my voice
Mountains, rivers, trees
The sun and the moon
All smiling unison
Walking my steps, speaking my words
What of creation
The clay in my hands
Infecting the river
The blood of my blood
What of creation
The clay I molded
Stained with the fear of the Cross
As I fade away
What of creation
The words are mute
No one can comprehend
Feverish agony
What of creation
They brough the sickness
The crying, the blood, and the fear
As I fade away
I brought the sickness, the crying, and the blood
The artisan cries and its tears run dark
Filled with blood
The creator exposed its wounds to the sun
Bleeding as never before
And they never healed
They never healed
What of creation
The clay in my hands
Infecting the river
The blood of my blood
What of creation
The clay I molded
Stained with the fear of the Cross
As I fade away
What of creation
The words are mute
No one can comprehend
Feverish agony
What of creation
They brough the sickness
The crying the blood and the fear
As I fade away
The remnant of clay sinks in pieces
Driven away by a black river
Conceit and apathy
Fear and despair
Took my faith away
I don't believe in myself no more
I am not who I was before
Fear transformed me in bits of clay
Thrown to the wind
What of creation
The clay in my hands
Infecting the river
The blood of my blood
What of creation
The clay I molded
Stained with the fear of the Cross
As I fade away
What of creation
The words are mute
No one can comprehend
Feverish agony
What of creation
They brough the sickness
The crying, the blood and the fear
As I fade away
Sula and Sibo, abscond
Screaming for hope
And crying
Cry for the void
A sea of mud
Where they find themselves
Their world and their might
Where they find themselves
Their world and their might
I just want peace,
But you won't
As they bleed fear through their skin
They know death from my voice
Mountains, rivers, trees
The sun and the moon
All smiling unison
Walking my steps, speaking my words
What of creation
The clay in my hands
Infecting the river
The blood of my blood
What of creation
The clay I molded
Stained with the fear of the Cross
As I fade away
What of creation
The words are mute
No one can comprehend
Feverish agony
What of creation
They brough the sickness
The crying, the blood, and the fear
As I fade away
I brought the sickness, the crying, and the blood
The artisan cries and its tears run dark
Filled with blood
The creator exposed its wounds to the sun
Bleeding as never before
And they never healed
They never healed
What of creation
The clay in my hands
Infecting the river
The blood of my blood
What of creation
The clay I molded
Stained with the fear of the Cross
As I fade away
What of creation
The words are mute
No one can comprehend
Feverish agony
What of creation
They brough the sickness
The crying the blood and the fear
As I fade away
The remnant of clay sinks in pieces
Driven away by a black river
Conceit and apathy
Fear and despair
Took my faith away
I don't believe in myself no more
I am not who I was before
Fear transformed me in bits of clay
Thrown to the wind
What of creation
The clay in my hands
Infecting the river
The blood of my blood
What of creation
The clay I molded
Stained with the fear of the Cross
As I fade away
What of creation
The words are mute
No one can comprehend
Feverish agony
What of creation
They brough the sickness
The crying, the blood and the fear
As I fade away
Sula and Sibo, abscond
Screaming for hope
And crying
Cry for the void
A sea of mud
Where they find themselves
Their world and their might
Where they find themselves
Their world and their might
I just want peace,
But you won't
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Writer(s): Enrique Nuñez
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