It's a voice without reason.
Throughts about treason.
Protect the king, defend the queen.
Take a stick, light it up, smoke the antidote.
A burning liquid in a system.
Once again, they are thinking.
Thinking of death.
Thinking of Hate.
Money controling a debate.
Should we sacrafice, save the world?
Should we care, kill ourselves?
The voices, the voices without reasons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem