The price of blood

I 'm  writing to you from a country

that now exists on the faceless dead .

The iron candlestick spits smoke 

from the crematorium 

and the star finishes its meal 

by burping napalm ...

I am writing to you

from the belly of a land

so sterile ,that's no longer

even serves as a tomb ...

green-greyish clouds 

concealing the shame of heavens...

Close your lips to the dust 

that tasts punishment !

Call to the judgement of times,

everything ,weighted,counted, divided !

The head of the false messiah 

will fall  on the sand ! 

The bitter nettle flower

will grow on the old temple wall ...

Crows will feast 

disguised as  humans 

under Ahriman's plumage,

devouring their own  kind ...

Sarah ,the Moloch will claim 

the fruit of your progeny 

and you'll find your way back 

 to wandering ...

I'm writing to you 

from a earth 

that will grow green 

on the price of blood...

( Prophety of the century )