In what heaven will we end up
when, fed up and engorged with blood,
the bulimic Earth spits us out?
To what helll will we arrive
when this society strangles us
and only rats remain
over the Earth exhausted with selfishness?
Under what night sky will we be able to hide
where the stars are not soiled
with so much spilled blood?
Under a synthetic moon surrounded by blackness.
we will meet again.