The Ruined Heritage

The last quarter of the way is an aggression.
It grown inside from death and depression.
Like a broken shield in another dimension.
You cannot heal this piece of light in a regression.

They say I'm not here, my life is gone.
And there is no hope for my world.
They say I have nothing, my thought is a joke.
And I will die without 'something' of my own.

Lie about life, lie about the world.
Lie about my light which supposed to be gone.
Lie about yourself, lie about the space.
Lie about your home which is not wealthy at all.
In the mirrors something goes wrong.

The last part of the dream is an obsession.
It out of control like a beast inside my domain.
No other way? Perhaps. it is true.
Somebody controls me through the truth.
The end of my age. The end of a tale.
And someone is guarding from me my heritage.

They say I lost peace, my talent is a myth.
I see, but cannot hear a charming drum beat
Or any veritas in the land of his. I have lost myself
And gave birth to a real luciferian me. Lucid.
O little fallen me! When I rule there is a peace.
When I have gone heaven burns for a wisdom.
I will never destroy, but I serve for the reason.

Lie about life, lie about the world.
Lie about my light which supposed to be gone.
Lie about yourself, lie about the space.
Lie about your home which is not wealthy at all.
In the mirrors something goes wrong.
The child of the Universe was born.

17.9.2022