Upon pillars of salt
Built to withstand the wrecks of passing time
Not ready to bear the weight
"The poison that keeps the rotors of the world in motion"
Now as tongues lick
Mouths get numb
Both sides of the coin bear the same figure
Both sides have the same story to
The real one fades away as time passes...
Leaving nobody behind to remember it.
Lies and truth dance around in
In a constant change of positions
A rotating diameter where ends never confront eachother
And at the center
The rotor that sets the circle
That engulfs us all
Forged ages ago
By the blood and sacrifice
innocents that died in vain
On the altars of political
And religious confrontations.