The Anger of Metals 🔱
Perhaps the anger of metals falls on the earth.
When the tears can no longer fall from our face.
A hope could come along with the rain.
Then it would take this hell away.
Which plague is worse than wickedness?
Why do iron masks still insist on ruling this world?
Not even the white dove is able to spread its wings.
Hoping to have some peace.
The oceans cry their salty tears.
As the mountains of ice glide over your weeping.
If the moon is gone, what will become of the tides?
If the sun does not shine, when will a new morning come?
Fire is everywhere.
Spreading its fury.
There is fire in the forests.
There is fire in the trees.
There is fire in the hands of cruel men.
Winds spread new pests.
The gaps open in the middle of the earth.
My God! There is nowhere to run.
There are arrows thrown into the sky.
But they are not arrows of hope.
There is anguish in the hearts of good people.
There is a cry that does not cease.
Maybe if the fury of metals fell on the Earth
The Ride of the Valkyries
Announce the arrival of the Titans.
What war is not wicked?
If war itself is a war.
There is no paradise before our eyes.
When hell is so close to us.
The world is ruled by madmen.
What crazy can get your Studien über Hysterie?
Do the ruins come before the ashes or the ashes come before the ruins?
The fire that burns on earth is not the same fire that rises in the sky.
Neither can the hands stop the fury of nature.
When everything around us is fury.
Perhaps the anger of metals tells us
How to have a new start.
My words are like mirrors in the future 📲
"Those who bring wars into this world are reapers of death.
No war is justifiable.
All the evil you do or plan for others comes back to you.
The ambitious scorpion kills itself with the poison in its own tail.
Alexsandro Ribeiro.
Blue Fantasma 🔮📲