A fragile beginning in the clutches of an end

voices call for the certainty of our state

we have one choice in the world of men

our memories on this celestial stage

A momentous birth in the shadows of death

celebrations in the jaws of mourning

fortify a wall between sickness and health

sweep  dark clouds from our mornings

A hellish pain on the fields of our gains

illusions skirting on the edges of reality

reproducing pests in the field of grains

who will save our thirst for eternity?