RESEMBLING THE VIRGIN AGES
From the depth of the times
The never seen area
Features of the forgotten lives
We spoil the dark ages
Now as we shrink in the priestless resemblance
Attitude shows us the road
Pavement trodden by the slaves
Now it repeats in these days
It comes to our days
Do you see the place where to hide
Rolling with the stones away
Deny the freedom of mind
Searching for the meaning of our days
We bury our kings
We rape their queens
Share no more warmth within
And look forward to joining the tribes
Surviving is only a vibe
Redemption needs no conversation
Pollution is an abstraction
We are the grains of the sand blown up by the winds
And all this whirling goes on centuries
Resembling the virgin ages
Where we were young and hopeful
But dead from the very beginning
Resembling The Virgin Ages
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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