Cyclone

Return to the primate era
After all this progress
The cavern's technology
Comes to an x birth
Tribal behaviors
In the astral plan
The human mingles
To his creators
The time's gene
Has been teleported
To a far age
Of his temporal earth.
The effects are in sight;
Colors disapear in the sky
Tropic is returning somewhere
To let the place to the ice.
The past will be
The future game
The present time,
An alteration line
Life kills the human being
She ejects imperfect pieces
The natural selection
Works for and ideal humanization
The cyclone
Arises in the time
Resurrection of this cycle
And they forgot the meaning
Of the intelligent screams
A return to real bestiality
And to voodoo's insanity