Through Life Protocol

In the unconscious world of colors,

Slavery's masters are death, I am confused

By the strange act of death, as you always

Act too deaf to my calls for change.

I am outrageous against the perilous Hades,

Yet we unhappily accept you,

Oh thoughtless beast, oh brutal being,

Oh confusion!

Your seeds only sprout like coils of acid,

Shameless, brutal beast, you've ordained

And brutalized us, abandoning us

To our own good and bad, sets us apart.

Abandoned, I am abandoned,

As you respect us less and spare life less,

Caring little for our rights,

You wrong us, resetting our rights.

You swept us like dust, burnt our bodies,

Buried chains, chaining our souls

In the red sea of slavery,

So our bones are referred to as history's home.

Our images were far burnt and buried,

Miles into six feet deep, the earth,

But our names remain, the call of history forever.

Bolofarm, we hate you!