Svijet koji smo stvorili. Lažni svijet. Čudovište. Nebrojeni blještavi premazi, nasmijane tete i glupavi stričeki iz reklama koji slabo prekrivaju trulež. Svijet koji smo stvorili. Blato. Iluzija u kojoj sudjelujemo i tupo je podržavamo.
Je li to naša neminovna stvarnost? Nije. Izvorni život neprestano titra u nama. Ljepota života je u nama kao Svijet prije velikog praska. Čeka se prasak. U svakom ponaosob. Privatni, mali prasak. Koji otvara vrata iz iluzije i pokazuje nam novu Stvarnost, novu Ljepotu, novi Život, nove mogućnosti, nove opcije, izlazak iz kaveza. Po malo.
Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed.
So many lonely faces scattered all around,
searching for what they need.
Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded,
against the law?
So it seems in the end
is this what we're living for today?
The world that we've created?
You know that every day a hopeless child is born,
who needs some loving care inside a happy home.
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne,
waiting for life to go by.
Is this the world we created?
We made it all our own.
Is this the world we devastated,
right to the bone?
If there's a god in the sky
looking down what will he think of
what we've done,
to the world that he created?
Post je objavljen 28.10.2009. u 13:22 sati.