Glass Crush

They say torture him
To ensure that he knows nothing
We’re here to help you
To protect you from yourselves
Like a rambling priest
Fill the gaps with the myths
An atom bomb of energy
In a fistful of sand
An eternal senseless mortal conflict
In a verse of words
«For now we see through the
Glass darkly»
A tired conflict
All ideologies dead
The only utopia
Is the clear light of the void
At the centre of all words
Behind of the maze