God forsaken deeds

For a golden era

that will never exist

Mischevious alleged ambiguities

the meaning of life

The remains of a dead civilisation

Rules all over the world

The thoughts of the dead

has become our religion

In Atlantis do they rest

and they observe. . .  

our naked offerings

But their words, their realities

are still alive in our hearts and mind. . .

Every year they meet outside

the temple

 in the Atlantis of thoughts and feelings

- Where everything started

 And hold a glass of red wine

in their hands

 they are going to discuss

about the faith of humanity

and the dominion of their words

words they have stopped believe in

Long long time ago. . .

The day they died

Plato

 Aristotle

Hitler

Gandhi

They all sit on the same side of the  table;

the dinner will be served soon

Our naked offerings will be presented to

the God of the ocean of emotions

and they,

Gandhi

Hitler

Plato

Aristotle

Release the falcon again;

the falcon flies back

and lands on the desert of logic

through it's eyes they

will continue to observe

what we do after our expulsion

from Atlantis. . .