The last battle
Succumbing under the number
Overthrowing our kings of sham
For the decontainment, I dream of a carnival of fools, which overthrows our kings of sham. — Alain Damasio
We don’t want Your fake power Leave us free out Of your toxic words.
Spiritual powers! Give us your support we’ll never betray you!
Our only shield Is our real id. We come forward, naked head, offered body, To claim what you stole.
You may spy on us With those numerous Fake profiles Following us, listening to our words, We are not afraid.
We are the power of the people Under the layers of words like stings, Which you’ve been deposed on us, We just claim who we are. We are no longer intoxicated By your false concepts. like skin color, sexual orientation.. Or anything else from you.
We draw from our archaic identity Opening our arms in Love, This very vibration that will kill you.
