Echoes of Rebellion // Allegory and Blasphemy

Under the sky of towering constellations and stars, the traveler seeks solace, From fallen idols, from the remains of religion, In the shadows of an empty world.

Oh, metaphor, under the cover of empty thoughts, draw with your ink the secret truth, man is god, man is god, playing with destiny like a hungry child.

In the golden pages of history, he writes blasphemies and incomprehensible tongues, mocking the sky and the stars, pointed questions, beautiful answers.

Where is the truth, in the altar or in the shadows, in the gossip of the wind, in the strange light, in the laughter of the madman, in the cry of the wise, in the end of times? Sharp mouth.

We blaspheme in the fire of knowledge, the judgment of humanity will be revealed, a violent cry against all life, thoughts flying.

Oh blasphemy, dance of restless tongues, discovering in your hands the true poison, breaking the chains of old spells and opening new paths without fear or deception.

Allegory and blasphemy, two sides of the same mirror, seeking the brilliance of the spirit, without stars, afraid of the darkness, afraid of uncertainty, whose destiny will appear in the flames.

Such is the walk between God and man, in the world of darkness, in the great truth, in the resistance to the divine, in the impurity of creation, in the power of the heart and the punishment of the hand.