Glühen Porte

When the spheres of tranquility is gone,
Humanity can be lost forever,
And we will be the witness to none
The change of utopia is there…ever.

Is there evolution is survival?
There is nothing to live for in this hate.
I only see destruction’s revival
That is used for dystopian fate.

A casablanca lays near the ruined,
Rose-colored ashes inside the fire torch,
Lighting up the gate of nature’s fluid
Which flows along the veins of hollowed porch.

The gate will open and I will enter.
It started...the clock will form the letter.