For the bleeding sky.

The sky bleeds,
And its blood floats above us.
We, not conscious of it,
Keep on moving, with eyes straight forward,
Not but just a few glares go up.
Those who dare see it,
Too much for average minds
Those who narrow their minds
Can’t bare the jealousy
Looking to the eyes that stared to the sky
Can’t bare the burden nor the guilt
Less they’d bare the knowledge that there are those
Who would dare look the wound and still accept those
Who don’t, and therefore look into their coward eyes
And not say a word of it.
‘Not a word to the unknowing,
My brave eyes. Not a word’
The brave thought.
Bravery will not be taught,
What’s needed can’t be learned,
There’s no other way but
To listen the truth
No other way but to seek truth
The only path is to accept that we,
The braves,
Are alone against a world,
Of coward justice and deep narrow stupidity.
And now to hold the terror,
We must seek the brave hearts
And together we shall make bravery shine for the Bleeding Sky.

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[comentario "anecdotico" completamente aparte (si vuelvo a necesitar esta "p.d." la voy a 'siglear' como C.A.C.A.): La última linea salió en base a la siguiente linea: "And we shall give them a 5 th. of November that shall ever be forgot." De la pelicula V for Vendetta.] [mmh, es la 2º vez que en ambas entradas uso una linea de esa pelicula... van a pensar que soy fanatica o algo así...]