Baptism

Boreas strikes through your serenity
trying to breath
sensations you had attained
your thought
a false hypocricy
that was worthless, insignificant before
under the guard of our proud ancestors
Shores and seas of the world in decay
unloyal souls, they are only ashes
the resin of the race of man
dirt and filth
no respect nor trust
Why is my mind so dead?