Splendour

If there's a justice under the blue sky God's treasured daughter at the rainbow's end, there's also a reason, there's a point to die. Don't be my words uprooted, like golden sand. But life is strangled by every superstition. It's ruled by blinded madness and pure hate which twist fanatic faith in false tradition: how could force be the Lady of Man's Fate? Just through the sorrow, we could see the health due to the tyranny of our pace. Don't take, humanity, your mortal breath! Refresh and lift again your gentle face! Mankind can be whatever wants to be surrendering the ego to be free.