Spirituality from Spirituality by Concrete Age

Flames of the ancient temples
Captivated me when i was young
Among the crowd I was known as an outsider
Self-contained, taciturn
By Tasting the power of mysterious rites
I was discovering new horizons
Warlike Gods, Eastern sages
formed for me the image of the Concrete Age

Between those myths and the real world
There was no difference at all

But Concrete spires mutilated my wings
Maybe i found the wealth
But I was dead within
Amid the noise of the imaginary prayers
I started to act like a hopeless betrayer
Step over morals
Don’t give a damn
This is my normal life
This is my realm
It`s easy enough to lose the control
When the darkness is kissing your soul

The time has come to make a choice
Between those myths and the real world

How many falls must I have
To put myself on spiritual path
Another walk on the curved blade
Under the evil ridicule of fate
Bleeding scars , blurred past
Settled in my soul like corrosive rust
Give me silence, isolation
No more inner confrontations

Between the myth and reality
There is a golden bridge
The bridge to immortality

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