Their End

Today I saw on TV
A Rich demon clothing (in) white
Seing the world’s poverty
And greeting with a forced smile.

How blind we are when he
Wants our food for humankind
While he could make a hill
With gold and silver; he prefers to live
Masking truth and blinding feels.
“The lamb wich dies for me”

In a cross a good man dies
And vultures eat of his entrails.
His words will change to lies
Peace will be under chains.

Why can’t we play sex if
They fuck with children and nuns?
Why can’t we “spend our time”
In science if Fleming did this?
Who saved more lifes?
Who plays to be God?

Look inside
And see the truth in your soul
There’s no book written by God.
Fear and pain
Was their arms to build a church
With a fake cross claiming hate

Soon their lies will be their end!

“In God we trust” I read
Then for oil we send more wars.
Humility is my sign
For that I wear gold in my hands.

(To be) nude is (a) depravity
Though they always live in peace.
Abortion is a kill
(It’s) Better (to) confine in walls our kids
Nuns always did this
Why has it to be a sin?

Look inside
And see the truth in your soul
There’s no book written by God.
Fear and pain
Was their arms to build a church
With a fake cross claiming hate

Soon their lies will be their end!

Innocence
Scape from these lying books
They both come
From the holly wars
Tryng to create
Only one Kingdom
Repressive
Against all.

Look inside
And see the truth in your soul
There’s no book written by God.
Fear and pain
Was their arms to build a church
With a fake cross claiming hate

Soon their lies will be their end!


Daniel Villanueva para Absentia
Fotografía: Daniel Villanueva (realizada en un museo de Moscú)