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Puncture the soil

Grab it in your hand

As the torrent of sand

It runs through your fingers

And disappears

Your skin becomes infected

Gods infected

By the human thoughts

Homogeneous creatures

I keep an eye

On those who die

Infected

Bloody red eyes

Inflamed by tears

Instead of eternal happiness

Dirty hoarse throat

Belching the truths

Stigmata grows throughout you

You're infected

Infected gods

They rule the worlds

Anthropomorphism

Imagination does its work

Infected

Is that your holy land

Is that your heaven sand

Infected

Branches of Eden tree

Reachout its fruits to me

Infected

Bones without life

As ancient as lies

The statue of our minds

Repeated million times

Quenching the thirst

Of those who're lost

Infected