There were two suns, too giant balls on the sky
You couldn’t tell which was the bomb, both full of light
The earth moved on its axis revealing a trail
It was already too late to alert and unveil the dead fate.
It’s a matter of minutes, not many, only a few
To turn all the architecture into melted, powder residue.
A hole will emerge, all burnt with no remains
and the soul it once had will be lost,
only in books saved.
And in one last breath I choose to be free
My life will be taken by me,
it’s not part of your political liberty.
Created: May 15, 2017Xeka Document Media