Old John Is Back

E foi-se. Tão depressa me senti cheio que tão depressa fiquei vazio.
Que lástima. Era tão infantil, tão ingénuo, tão... perfeito.
O brilho, a gargalhada, a subtileza, a pureza no olhar,
Cairam em águas fundas, muito profundas,
Presos pela âncora a que os amarrei, eles, todos eles
Irão morrer afogados na ansiedade que cultivei.

Cross-shapped bullet

The word of Christ pierces your heart like a bullet
And wrecks your mind into ignorance,
The praise of Allah charges you with a strenght
that makes your eyes and hands thirst for blood.

Why must your god be such an unforgiving fool
That clusters you into a coffin of deep dark black?
And there, in the holy darkness,
You shall be driven into madness and corruption.

And all in exchange of grain a of faith
And promises of false salvation.

Allow me to ask you:
What if heaven is a place on Earth
And there is nothing expecting your demise?
Why live your life in doubtful expectations
While everything you could ever need
Lies before your enraged eyes?

Religion was created by fear
As a way of not facing it
"But a man who lives fully,
is always ready to die".

Jack Lowe