The Puppet

There goes in doubt the subject of existence

coming out of the closet as a friend to play

but be aware when building castles of wisdom

as not even the wisdom has come to stay,

so be prepared to the events that unfold,

boiling into the unknow, they told

to the wise man who did knew everything,

that not even him wise man had anything to bring,

to this society, thirsty of knowledge and progress,

lacking for principles, doomed for the abyss,

because its not the wisdom that saves those in distress,

but only the pure hearth worthy to be blessed.

Washing Machine of Humanity

The button opens the door for the cleaning

Powered by the energy of the few, it starts,

Rumbling and twisting the dirt on their spirits, 

as it goes through the time, such action marks,

The beauty of the Thing, the action,

Itself folded on lies and mischief,

Cause there is no soap for the reaction,

to tear apart the anger and the grief,

And there goes the cycle, pure and systemic,

as there is no energy enough for it to change,

so it is not the fate that sentenced it to death,

but only the will that didn´t came this far to strange.