Finding the truth
that kill you, smooth. a lie
the dogma from God, the nature die.
the earth
to which you have never heard. on sea
we battle for money, an ocean salary,
sexing our inner consumtivity. the industry
coloring the sea
with your shamanic technology, its beauty but dramatic tragedy.

Sometimes truth can’t be understood,
untill you sound, the hidden flute
centers to your orchestic disaster
boombing the billion mortal silencers.

Still the Imam wants to scream
about the populars and finest streams
you run to streams, on turning you kiddos religion dreams.

Again. All silence.
a billion packet of the astray sciences,
till the nothing of you is rationals,
till the dummies speech,
the earth justly for the witch.