Angel tears,
full of fruit's salt
_ancient molecules_

Paradise change itself all the times
(We create it ourselves)
we create time, we create paradise

In the manifestation of yesterday's dreams
beat the germ of our grandson's hope

Likewise, the prophecies says
that Earth she's a sentient living being
that when a Reign evolves too much
she shake it herself away like a flea...

And everything restarts again

Mother Earth
Spaceship