Rise and Fall of a pest (by Milamai)
I was on the road to Hell
when you were floating in the space
your mother saw fireworks
feeling embraced
I was left in Hell
when you looked at the Moon
feeling empty, so out of tune
and the night was a big lie
so you learned to walk without a spine
I lived in Hell
when you turned to a virus without bones
a weak venomous flower that will never grow
I died under the earth
you don’t even know what it means
to burn alive at the stake,
how cold touch of the blade feels
Impostor of darkness, where you have never been
a coward deceives only fools and still he flees
afraid of intelligence, no challenge, nothing new
Since the beginning I always knew
my Hell would be my lesson for you
