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Mesopotamia

Am vrut sa-l caut pe dumnezeu spre zenit
Nimic, doar un infinit univers si in fata mea un satelit
Vremurile sunt tot mai amare
Nu pot sa fiu pozitiv sa fiu pasiv la tot ce se intimpla
Ca un pistol la tampla mentinand spiritu′ activ
Gandesc intunecat de cand m-am inecat in otrava
Chiar daca mi-a placut
Cand vulcanu' erupe n-are cum sa nu iasa lava
Si ma enervez abrupt
Rupt de realitate, ma uit in trecut
Prezentu′ e fragil, zambesc destul cand sunt satul
De aceste mocirle ca oricum nu ajung nicaieri ca fratii mei
Daca disperam in continu fara sa marcam sistemu'
Voi astepta semnu' de schimbare
De mare amploare printre oameni, nu numai cand doarme constiinta
Soldatu′ moare, nu-i problema, altu′ mai are o munitie eterna
Un asasin cand ucide nu lasa amprenta
Un om de inalt grad ti-o da pe fata, asta-i diferenta
Arma-i picsu', mantra nu-i ce zici tu
Pistolu′ nu-i si2ngurul risc
Fantoma sistemului tau e inamicul
E orasul fantomelor cuprins de ceata
Negru am in fata cand realizez ca asta e doar o devianta
Parca par profeti cand prevad viitorul
Ei, dusmani imbracati in negru ademenind poporul
Aud vocea luciferica a stramosilor
Patat de sange in orasul fantomelor
Pacat, e o jungla infinita
Si noi ne pierdem de-a lungul drumului fara sa stim ca suntem o tinta
Soldate, da-mi morfina ca sa nu simt nici macar durere
Cand fantomele apasa cu putere pe forta noastra
Simt aerul rece de catafront
Hai sa zburam catre orizont, Mesopotamia
Mesopotamia, renasc civilizatii
In lupta cu fratii si cu un creion trasez natii
Teritorii pe o singura planeta, partitionand sectoarele primare
Pe un singura memorie de masa pana cand apare o cometa
Umanitate, sarpele e un vierme in marul discordiei
Setat pe linia zodie, e teleghidat de sorti
In spatele porti, o noua frecventa de teroare
O noua tendinta la divin ce duce catre o noua eroare
Trag carbid verbal ce-n inchid vorbe ca sfinti
Si vad genetic propria samanta de la scitii
Ii vad zambind pe astia cu zimt ca-i simt c-au timp
Au coroane ce le decoreaza onoarea dar n-au demnitate-n schimb
Imi las TV-ul pe antene, zile nopturne iluminate de Saturn
Noi fii imaculati al universului nopturn
Optez sa ma confrunt in aceasta sinteza a puterilor
Sa intru-n adanculo secretelor din zona misterelor
Ca e Mesopotamia
Viata-i frumoasa ca gandul unui sinucigas
De a pune stop totului tot
Atunci cand are curaj
Levitez in padurea spanzuratilor
Tinut de o cravata legata de creanga
Sunt fantoma tradata de propria armata
In mijlocu' unui ciclu′ infinit al vietii
Observand cum se scurge contextu' tineretii
Retin prea multe, ca sa pot realiza
Ca realitatea e atat de simpla, doar noi o complicam
Am crezut ca religia ne-ar fi scapat de demoni
Dar demonii-s religiosi, doar elohim conteaza, stati jos
Cu chestiile voastre despre sacrificiu pentru bani
Supravietuire si putere, sunteti ultimii golani
Dintr-un asediu generational
Razboiul e o eroare la nivel international
Va e frica, de asta folositi dizinformatie
Pana si un ecran in mintiile noastre poate face mare conflagratie
O fractie de pamant ramane a mea
Apoi tu iti faci idei strane-n cap, ca partea nu-ti e de ajuns
Ai multe chestii de ascuns si nu-s de ajuns
Ar trebui sa ma gandesc sa ma caiesc
Nu reusesc ca sunt un incoerent grotesc
Vreau schimbare, care schimbare, nici pe mine nu ma pot schimba
Necesit de non timp si cea mai buna stare
Am crezut ca totu′ ar fi putut sa fie simplu
Dar timpu' si banii nu-s de ajuns
E un peripluu de un vis ce am strans in mana
Pana voi ajunge sus daca inca cerul n-a apus si stiu ce mi-am propus
Atunci cand in viata nimic nu e sigur
Doar moartea e ceva absolut
Doar moartea le rezolva pe toate
Cand intr-un sfarsit realizezi ce-ai lasat in spate
Scriu ceea ce simt,
Pana intrun moment in care n-o sa mai ating realitatea
Si voi deveni o clona ca ceilalti lobotomizati
Spalati pe creieri
Ca niste victime materialiste
Sacra scriptura e doar in mana filozofilor
Dar avioanele nu zbor in spatiu
Un televizor nu aduce fericirea suprema ca sa iesi din scheme
Suntem vremuri grele cu diferite probleme
Hai sa fim vii, dar in primu' rand umani
Vezi dilema? Problema e in mine problema e in tine
Problema e in noi, problema e in toti
Calculati ca niste roboti
Iar tu ca mine te poti schimba
Doar ca nu vrei sa accepti ca exista altceva
Dincolo de gratiile unei ideologii masive
O mentalitate unde multe fiinte se vad captive
Dar nu se simt, fiindca omul e acesta
Orbit de interese pentru a fi testat
Nikola Tesla avea solutii, vorbind la trecut
Scriu fara rost ca sa nu fie prea destul
Fiinta umana, vrei mai mult si mai mult, atat mai mult
Incat sa treci peste multe chestii, multimea te-a corupt
Suntem toti un trup si un spirit
Suntem toti un adevar interior mai ales un adevar liric
Unde-mi este calimara
Vreau sa scriu mult dar putin plutind prin Samsara

Mesopotamia

I wanted to search for God towards the zenith,
Nothing, just an infinite universe and a satellite before me.
Times are getting more and more bitter,
I can't be positive, passive to everything that's happening.
Like a gun to my head, keeping my spirit active,
Thinking darkly since I drowned in the poison,
Even though I liked it.
When the volcano erupts, lava has to come out,
And I get abruptly angry.
Torn from reality, I look into the past,
The present is fragile, I smile enough when I'm full
Of these swamps, as I won't get anywhere like my brothers anyway.
If we despair continuously without marking the system,
I will wait for a sign of change,
Of great magnitude among people, not only when consciousness sleeps.
The soldier dies, it's not a problem, another one has eternal ammunition.
An assassin leaves no trace when he kills,
A high-ranking man shows it to you, that's the difference.
The weapon is the paintbrush, the mantra is not what you say,
The gun is not the only risk,
The ghost of your system is the enemy.
It's the city of ghosts, engulfed by fog,
Blackness before me as I realize this is just a deviation.
It's like we're prophets when we predict the future,
They, enemies dressed in black, luring the people.
I hear the Luciferian voice of the ancestors,
Stained with blood in the city of ghosts.
It's a shame, it's an infinite jungle,
And we get lost along the way without knowing we're a target.
Soldier, give me morphine so I don't even feel pain,
When the ghosts press hard on our strength.
I feel the cold air from the catacombs,
Let's fly towards the horizon, Mesopotamia.
Mesopotamia, I revive civilizations,
In the fight with brothers, and with a pencil, I draw nations.
Territories on a single planet, partitioning the primary sectors,
On a single mass memory until a comet appears.
Humanity, the snake is a worm in the apple of discord,
Set on the zodiac line, it's teleguided by fate.
Behind the gates, a new frequency of terror,
A new trend towards the divine, leading to a new error.
I pull verbal carbide, imprisoning words like saints,
And I see genetically my own seed from the Scythians.
I see them smiling with their teeth, I feel they have time,
They have crowns that decorate their honor but have no dignity in return.
I leave my TV on antennas, nights illuminated by Saturn,
We are the immaculate sons of the nocturnal universe.
I choose to confront myself in this synthesis of powers,
To enter the depths of secrets in the zone of mysteries,
Because it's Mesopotamia.
Life is as beautiful as a suicidal thought,
To put a stop to everything,
When he has the courage.
I levitate in the forest of the hanged,
Held by a tie tied to a branch.
I am a ghost betrayed by my own army,
In the middle of an infinite cycle of life,
Observing how the context of youth flows away.
I retain too much to realize
That reality is so simple, it's us who complicate it.
I thought religion would save us from demons,
But demons are religious, only Elohim matters, sit down
With your stuff about sacrificing for money,
Survival and power, you are the last of the thugs,
From a generational siege.
War is a mistake at the international level,
You are afraid, that's why you use misinformation,
Even a screen in our minds can cause great conflagration.
A fraction of the earth remains mine,
Then you get strange ideas in your head, that your part is not enough,
You have many things to hide and they are not enough.
I should think about repenting,
I can't, because I am a grotesque incoherent.
I want change, what change, I can't even change myself,
I need non-time and the best state.
I thought everything could have been simple,
But time and money are not enough.
It's a journey of a dream I held in my hand,
Until I reach the top, if the sky hasn't set yet and I know what I've set out to do.
When nothing in life is certain,
Only death is absolute,
Only death solves everything,
When you finally realize what you left behind.
I write what I feel,
Until a moment when I will no longer touch reality,
And I will become a clone like the other lobotomized,
Brainwashed,
Like materialistic victims.
The holy scripture is only in the hands of philosophers,
But airplanes don't fly in space,
A TV doesn't bring supreme happiness to get you out of schemes.
These are hard times with different problems,
Let's be alive, but first and foremost, human.
See the dilemma? The problem is in me, the problem is in you,
The problem is in us, the problem is in everyone,
Calculated like robots.
And you, like me, can change,
You just don't want to accept that there is something else
Beyond the bars of a massive ideology,
A mentality where many beings see themselves as captives,
But don't feel it, because this is what man is,
Blinded by interests, to be tested.
Nikola Tesla had solutions, speaking in the past,
I write for no reason, so it's not too much.
Human being, you want more and more, so much more,
That you step over many things, the crowd has corrupted you.
We are all one body and one spirit,
We are all an inner truth, especially a lyrical truth.
Where is my inkwell,
I want to write a lot but little, floating through Samsara.