Prisoners in the collective unconscious
Blind,
Grumpy mouths snorting venom in the name of God,
Cursing in the name of love,
 Filthy feet crawling in an orgy in the old world. .
Wanting white masks to crush his hands,
The languages,
 Tearing the viscera,
In a dark night of dread and lamentation,
Which even in the deepest spheres of Dante could not hear,
So much dirt on a sweet face
 With an exposed heart pulsing only for the chosen ones ..
We have seen that it kills with promises of imperial paradise