an atel's paradiso

With chaos ruling the character

AnD Human relations threatened by anarchy,

I wonder what value imagination has

In a life,life less worth dying than living

Only an action can make it more remarkable

Till we can satiate only the worms

In a cold damp bed of earth

Action speaks louder than words

So don't transfix your piercing gaze

On cliché,metaphors and simile

Cause you need no interpreter to

Heed my warning,cries of the oppressed

Brace yourself,meet your maker

Break your prejudice and shady inferences

There is no turning away from the sorrow

Its time to face the truth,relish the poison

Torture your soul,lose yourself with me

Clench your fist,stay by side my apprentice

The hour is getting late,too late

And don't laugh at Bono cause unlike you

He is trying to change the world

( thankfully i owe d last 2 stanzas to moloy.. "the pervert")