The water came without a herald…
No trumpet, no prayer.
Only the taste of soil and silence.
Intestines twisted beneath blackened tides,
Bodies drenched, swollen in muddy water.
Skulls cracked by the weight of indifference,
Eyes eaten by rats.
Your cursed name engraved on every drowned lung.
Sons of serpents, masking as men…
You kissed your glass, we kissed death.
Beneath the orange trees, we drown in silence.
Their bloody fruit bears witness to despair.
Whispering in necrosis.
The moon cried while the flood devoured us whole.
Seven nights I held my breath,
hiding hope in the ceiling.
The wind told us stories,
about coffins that would be our beds.
About children who learned
how to swim in their dreams.
Beneath the orange trees, we drown in silence.
Their bloody fruit bears witness to despair.
Whispering in necrosis.
The moon cried while the flood devoured us whole.
No difference between politics and cults.
They feed on your fear,
They lull you with filthy lies!
Lies! Lies! LIES!
¡Mientras las ratas se alimentan de los muertos en el arrozal!
¡Los muertos te esperan!
Beneath the orange trees, we drown in silence.
Their bloody fruit bears witness to despair.
Whispering in necrosis.
The moon cried while the flood devoured us whole.
"Father, please protect me.
Keep my family safe.
Carry us through this storm,
so that we can see the sun burning through the clouds.
Let us live to see another day"
MAY YOU ROT IN THE MUD!
