Rain started to fall...
Grey moon sending its silver rays on the forest
Half covered with a black cloud.
Silver dust whirling between the trees...
The lake in the middle of forest takes the raindrops
Silence can be heard with only rain making the mild sound...
Strong silver light coming closer to the ground.
Its silver wings spread...
And it touches the ground
Drinking the water from the crystal clear lake...
Though alone, it seems happy...
Is it only a mask behind a sorrowful soul?
Is this beeing really here to drink water from the lake?
...
Angry voices of men heard near the forest...
Setting it on fire burning everything...
Buldozers raging to the lake...
Fire light stronger then the moonlight
And smoke heavier then the silver dust...
Creature near the lake started to cry...
Falling down on its knees...
Its wings turned from silver to red...
Blood dripping from the places where the feather started to fall off...
All the magic disappears...
Angry people did what they came to do...
Destroyed the beauty of life...
Just to keep themselves warm...
...Damn bastards...
Ova splaćka iz mog bolesnog uma govori istinu o problemu ljudskoga roda...
Al pošto svi pišu postove od metra i pol, ja sam odlučio skratit na veličinu jedne tzv. pjesme...
...~Keep the faith!~...
Post je objavljen 05.03.2006. u 22:05 sati.