For all Gods

My eyes still see

the altar of pest and lie

to the illusory thing

with statue in the middle of the cross

crowds of a scared nations

pray for express of their sins

every nation to his altar

every nation to his statue

I don’t want to cleanse the worlds

consience talking with statue

I feel the pain so much

I worship you – infected heaven

I worship you – insensible dirt guns

I worship you – Gods on the statues

My heart is crushed to sandy pieces.

I don’t ever see

the emptiness of heaven so high

I trampl of real, feelings

I am not a God

but I see dying children

every day deformed

burnt like thin paper

Flames of my crying eyes

won’t burn the hell

all Gods are deception

and the world is still bleeding