Our soul is connected to the clock of space, being the rage of the past the sound that embraces us; life is a small game of weapons, being the one that aims faster to the target, the one who wins. Our gaze is lost in thought, an innocuous thought that affects the feeling of our being, it is impossible that everything that happens around us, does not lead us to the path of reality, one that hits us and makes us understand that this life will always be under struggle, being ourselves the ones who drown in triumph.
The din lifts us to a view of infinity, making our memory erase the memories, engrave the senses, each breath the new music of our destiny and each word the sensation of our dwelling; we are not free from love and much less from forgiveness, for we are prisoners of darkness and lovers of aberration.
The face of truth is shown in our every action, but what really matters is the latent falsehood in our voice, where the description of the facts happens so fast, that even a shooting star could see us; death has knocked at our door, for many reasons, but today it stands before us, to see us fall.
At this moment I sit on the precipice and looking into the abyss, I can see how everyone is running from one side to the other, not knowing what to do? Because we have all lost the course of our future, pretending vain things and creating a useless world; if someone had warned us what would happen, I know that many of us would be looking for the way to the next galaxy, but it was necessary to sink into this abyss and learn everything that we will use in eternity.
Walkers of the old world we are and travelers of destiny will call us, let it be engraved in our history, the overcoming of our purity and the bravery of our blood; the core of our life, will always be in the denial of our attitude, where this will show us at all times, what one day we should have done, but we did not dare, for a cowardly sigh, where weakness was our forte and our best card the feeling of guilt.
Today I look at it from the abyss and I can say that my past, present and future have always been closer to tyranny than to pure freedom; lovers of destiny we will always be, being our greatest virtue, the small turn of sin's abilities.