The deceiver often forgets that the strength of a people,
Do not lie in vain in the innovation of these actions
But in tenacity in the face of the truth.
A people trying to fill a deep chasm,
A cleft of which he is the cause
By all means many times but this in vain.
This people is that of a world.
A world whose roots drown in the dark,
A world whose heart is blinded by a thick cloud,
A world that suffocates in an ocean of sandstone,
A world that burns with pain in an eternal cold.
Today I whisper to those who fight to defend itJust as I speak to those who fightBy destroying it only on a red carpetMan has never had his place except by his own initiative. In this hour humanity lives in a lieEnjoying a utopia of an endless futureAnd still evolving.But what evolution are we talking about? Let's talk about the one where the simple fact of living would be more than enough?Or, of the one where it would be imperative to suit an insatiable comfort?If since dawn, in its greed,The human race had judged itself to be the true sinner,She would never speak in the name of God. Now, if God is forgiveness and love,Man is quite the opposite.Because he never ceases to pursue the satisfaction of a need.Of his need. In my time, the world questioned my audacity.Even today the habit makes the monk.Whatever I do, I could only count on my prayers so,Be life in the name of the Father,Was I supposed to plead without ever touching the sky? Always stay rooted without spreading my wings?And then I decided and proclaimed loud and clear,Without fear or restraint "Amen to everything leads to nothing! »Blind faith can only contradict it! If one day a man got up and workedFor the good of mankindIt's not so that his storyDon't be trampled on by the next generation. This has to stop,Humanity, I say, is only a shadowof what she was,fought so hard for peace and tolerance,That she is now a slaveOf a futile and naive ambition. Together we must act,Resist the torrents of laziness,To the scourge of envy at the heat wave,From starvation and blinding arrogance. If sorrow is the price to pay for love,Is it therefore necessary that Man does not suffer?In order to understand his faults?
L'Cyel - alias, my key, clone of his mother
