Life. The nature of sin. Indifference

And the pulse was slowing down...
In the pitch darkness,time  stood still waiting  for a sigh,
Filling the void  with indifference,
 neglected the mystery of time ,

Trying on the experience of past generations ,
And clearly showing where the vice.
The weel pulsed with the flame  of intention ,
The  darkness  hung like a mist in the night ,

Quenching the third  for a sigh .
Covering  the entrance  with twilight ,
Pointing  the last to the denouement  ,
The sweat  of coolness  studied time ,

The capacity  of the mind  for compassion ,
Reviving the blood.
Doubts were guessed  in the smile  ,
And the  days of life  turned into a  fight.

The desire to live breathed  desperately,
Groping  and opening  the third eye ,
The  gills of  time had closed  excuses
 for those  who did not notice the night .

Heartlessness  closed its eyelids ,shrouded in twilight,
Losing  lightness ,sinking into  emptiness,
Giving the opportunity  to exhale and inhale,
Interrogating  the character ,

Watching  the outcome  with play,collecting coins in the piggy  bank,
Giving generation  a choice,
Finding peace in vice ,embracing thoughts ,
Giving humanity a covenant on how to love,

Throwing the thread  of salvation into the  womb.
Indifference looking  around with interest ,
Collecting grains of  someone's tears ,
Covered  several centuries with a  blanket until dawn overcomes the thieves.