The fall

You wondered what is the world in which you exist.

You look at the stars, small diamonds in a magical sky,

so beautifully shining that they just left you dumbfounded dreaming

and seeking the magic power that created you,

bowing in front of the ideal.

Until they threw you in the debris of a ruined world.

There, trapped, you become witness of another world dark and hideous,

plucked from the depths of morbid minds.

Frozen, with bloodied eyes,

you see gutted children and gray bodies without their arms,

lying there beside you, on your paradise earth.

You remember that this place had colors who raddled images

dancing with the sounds of your songs.

Gone, these are destroyed and erased, dust in the hands of demons,

who now fly over the devastated land.

And you were left counting the tortured souls around you,

a crippled creature, whose creator renounced him

as he has already renounced himself.