My Requiem

My Requiem
de I.D.A 16.o6.2oo8

I. In the eyes of fate
One can no longer be hidden by hate
Open eyes are written by the late
The one who can no longer escape
This world or the next
Its impetuous nature can no longer linger in rest.

II. Active men are driven by reason
Or so they think they are,
But they all descent
From diseased, old fashioned concepts like love, compassion, respect.

III. But one of them is new, untouched
By the corruption that had hacked
And this one in his difference
Is not the same with those indifferent
That dwell in the midst of night,
Doing atrocities and savage acts
And in the morning they all mourn
What they had done in time of war
And work until they cannot do
The work of others than themselves
The ones that are the masters of disguise
And will replace them, bringing someone new that cannot think, but act.

IV. But that man, the one uncommon,
Is me, I can tell you so
The things that are common
They can be so low

V. The people of different nations
See me differently,
Not human, nor even a being,
But a living thing that contradicts their so called civil society
No man, nor being can have the freedom
Of love, of hate, of pitiful meaningless emotions ,
As they descend from the world of free men
No republic, nor communist, and democracy philosophy can show me the freedom of man.

VI. Now let me say STOP!
The beating of my heart is still
You showed me how much I had rot
And if you know me well enough,
Then know that that isn’t all I got.

VII. Strings and pawns
That is you
Reject and hated
That one is me
Things that we both have in common?
None… the best in me is worst in you.

VIII. This is my requiem,
Lets all die in peace,
Or live the rest of our lives
In hate and continuous disharmony
Be pawn in a game of chess,
Or king in the life that’s next ?!
With these things said and done,
My sentimental nature flows
Like the river of Nile.
With a little bit of Heaven
With a larger bit of Hell,
This is my requiem, in heaven or hell
It’s all the same as well ! ):(