A Mud Only Blood-Sakis Athanasiadis Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

A mud only blood

The darkness made when New Light
The land will be devastated by hate
Cry crusaders sobbing
Along with rival warriors
Lying in rags industry
Those who talk a lot about peace
For war prepared the night
And those who kill to live their god
It is only a mud blood
Well hidden stones in the pockets of the West
The plastic of food called culture
Those who speak of safety
Fascism have the look, the black blood
And those who say all the love will come
Themselves love mirror
Sometime after dark become new light
The Crusaders will cry
Along with rival warriors
Why peace hate like death
But until then the balls will burn
They throw the souls of children as papers in the Mediterranean
To grow religions-companies
War factories, industries mutated souls
But until then grows King Death
Love will be waiting for bullets
And the sun will wither in your soul