a poem - Violence

Fallen Gods from the eternal dream
is time for human anger
and divine revenge
let's take back our ethereal kingdom
of lust and silence
let's gather under burned trees
and rise against the sitting tyrant.

  Merciless humans,

march to the battle at sunrise.

Pray forgiveness to the Gods and Saints
you will deny in future times
and once in the cold battle field
if your hands are tired and clean
immortality will be given to you.

Beautiful slayers of purified violence
light the heart of the beaten warrior
and collect his blood as a trophy.
Bring anarchy to our homes
where despair can reign
and Gods with Humans can finally
coexist.

                                                    June 2012, Carlos Lopez.