The Age of Flat Earth

 

 

The moment of mercy

 

In the darkness looking for an exit

 

I still believe there is time left

 

The monsters retreat

 

And the blade of justice on the scale

 

Becomes a colorful phoenix

 

Spreading its wings and flying in the sky

 

The pure white petals stand on the ground

 

The orchid that became my shoulder friend

 

With the black handkerchief that braided my hair

 

I don’t know whose god it is

 

But I wish for harmony and peace

 

Right at this moment