“You are the filth of my creation”
With hatred, this was the first sentence of God
The sky was opened, the angels were fallen
God told me the end of everything, here on Earth
Then, a sense of terror embraced my soul
All forms of life returned within the soil
My skin was torn
Below the light, I saw our lies
Behind our dead star, none of the children of God were alive
We are a reflection of the Holy Father
We are a reflection of human beings
We are what we wanted to be
Because we are the father
Deconstruction, between elevation and vacuity
An error in the process towards perfection
Growing inside, pretentiousness has killed our judgement
A supernatural reality connected to self-esteem
We are GOD, just some Ghosts Of Dust