Just as they first call us heroes,
So later they will throw the blame on us,
For all that we and you will have done,
Whether we make peace, or go to war.

Today’s beautiful will be condemned tomorrow,
What the sun has lit, darkness will cover,
The sensation will later be forgotten,
We look around — we are already gone.

Can vanity really be the main idea,
Chaos and a coincidence of circumstances?
The spiral of dialectics and the speck of WHERE I am
Cannot hide the Creator’s glory.