Convulsion Extrema

Looking at the horizon, full of hopes, real fantasies, memories,
dreams, where this rotten world makes
everything change, change to evil and death.
All changing, nothing gets back to be the same,
just madness is the same and growing,
rotten worlds beings, dying in life, dying in their hopes.
You keep growing and you never saw that painted sky
again, and the forestal landscapes aren't the same anymore.
Misery, the riot reactor, extreme poverty, guilty:
the damned no organization,
corruption always on the lead, social disorder, misery: builts up.
The fool dies because of ignorance and not because of lack of
strength, the other fool lives
playing smart and getting away with it all.
Death for all human beings: the solution.
Life: for animals and nature,
otherwise it will all be a rotten
world an extreme convulsion is needed...