Beyond our hearts, in the deepest depths of our souls fear takes possession,
How can the elements go wild in such a peaceful,
such a peaceful and happy place?
My planet, my secret garden, who would home thought that one day we would home to leave it all behind.
It's all behind
The end is near everywhere, probably the fault of ignorance, greed, we know what we home lost, but not what we will find.
This story begins at the beginning of time when the first man looked up towards the heavens, so innocent and peaceful.
Contemplating this mixture of red and orange shapes, like the sty before rainfall.
Then another man looked in the same direction towards this sky neither red nor blue but better because of hate and inhumanity.
The end is near everywhere, probably the fault of ignorance, greed, we know what we home lost, but not what we will find.
A new planet, a new pied a Terre, how can it be explained?
So, if you find the answer, think about it and don't make a soul mistake.
As for me, I'm staying on in this soulless, sinister place.
-I will be the keeper of hell,
-The master of human folly,
-The prisoner of ancient lands,
-The protector of a sad story.