It is winter and the leaves are rare
All beating hearts are crushed by a tender fist
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
Her heart will never hope for a new beginning
Her tears and our sorrows are all in vain
Nature is heartless, greedy and wicked...
The Smile has died!
The world has come to its end, Earth has ceased to rotate
Cities wiped out, gloomy is a music
The West is red with the humanest blood
Rarely I kneel, but her strength made me do it
I guess I'll say another quiet prayer
The Smile has died!
The world has ended!
Psychedelic Reflections of an Anarchist Bipolar Visual Producer in Diaspora
