It took some time/ like everything else
It began to flow/ in red pipes

It was sown/ and then it began to crawl
Inside this red pipes/ it was a larvae so tiny
Beautiful pathethic …

A larve grew/ in red pipes
Contained in this organic unit
She is in an empty space
He is an empty shell
And he is approaching

So fast…/ everything seemed
But the scars are the home of the larve
They will never heal!.... they never healed
They burn with confusion, they burn with hate
And the larve feast


She has a larve inside her veins
She has a colony inside ,she cries
No light came here; there was no god…(then)
There is no god…(now..)

She became old , an so the colony…
She died sad, and the colony feasted
The scars never healed…
Because god didn’t know…
….she died sad
And god dosent Know.