This World

In This World

Between pillars so indifferent
Today I again find
With this policy
So influential

Look to me around
Here nothing you were find
Neither your taste bizarre
Neither of your habits beyond

In this world there is nothing left,
Not even small pieces to fight,
And few are left,
With what little there,
You understand me,
When your turn to be here.

Lost in the ashes of your empire
Wanting to die any more not to exist
But here is
The strong live and the weak soon disappear

In the shadow of these pillars so indifferent
That they believe gods
But soon disappear
And his empire shrinks

In this world there is nothing left,
Not even small pieces to fight,
And few are left,
With what little there,
You understand me,
When comes your turn to be here...