Ram-Zet

Stars like white moth cluster at the dark windowpanes of heaven.
Yet, a marginal hope for grace sweeps over her grieving eyes.
Quiet as birds at night she sings to the stones, with ashen wings and hidden thoughts.
If they tell you there's lack of evidence look the other way.
Charge and they will play this game and feel the unavoidable shame, resting their case and fade away.
Fade away, they're gone, they're gone.
Gaze upon your heavily bleeding sky, certain that your shadow passes by
the lost ones howling jealously
rejecting destiny and float away.
They float away, and drown, they drown.
Better to be bigger than to climb the only ladder to your private heaven,
suddenly reminding all your enemies about the revolution.
Guiltiness will never kill the beauty of your constitution,
greater than ever before.
Losing what's left of my faith.
Crying out into the haze.
See me don't lead me astray.
You're still my beautiful pain.
Hail to the people who encourage themselves to walk the thin red line.