Distorted walls cannot tear the lightsof thunder and the flashes of reasonIf something must still happen,it shall happen following the rules of anti-logicFlee from the ignoble joke of nature,that vegetates in company of the fetid ignoranceDonât burn your energy trying to stand your anti-youScratch lunacy and remember that, after all,everything can be brought back to a ridiculousgame by the vox of anti-time.You cannot separate happiness from your life,as your life is not exempt form tragedyWorld is made the contrary of what the common sense is doneIt leans on a ignorant and unthankful substratum,that sings hosanna to the ones who killand spits on those who celebrate the excitement of life,that worships the false prophets refusingthe simplicity of sincere feelings,to protect his own inconsistent shell fromthe disappointment of raw truth.I am against every stereotype or iconsI yearn an antiseptic space, impatientand devoid of shameI know it exists, it is inside meSometimes outside meIâve been there with my mind.