lasto beth lammen…

    All the light gathered since begining of time.
    All the beauty hidden inside 
    collected from the millions who died.
    All the wisdom remembered cause man forgot.
    All the power built by our grief.

    The sole purpose of our excistance,
    to give to those who cannot use.
    The sole meaning of our lessons,
    to teach what can't be understood.

    To keep them from seeing, enjoying, knowing,
    To prevent the collapse
    of He who let us fall;
    to turn the other cheek

The sun shone fiecely
showing the gate,
the entrance…
preventing approach

The sun,
the inevitable one

The light that entered almost reached us
we had to move an inch, a pace, a step
the embracing shadow moved to our back
almost releasing us

The shadow,
the ever-present

The choise had to be made
and we always knew that we prefered