Digitálne umenie (Michal Dunaj)
Journeys are sweet yet sour,
Fresh smell of first summer downpour,
Departure and arrival are mythical,
With significance agony and delight.
Different impact they make,
Coming to life and leaving it,
What's there after death?
Great vastness after the last breath,
The Odessy of a soul begins
To find the final destination
Floating around the Seraphims,
Levitating Cherubims alike,
To err is to discard this phase,
Embracing it right from the surface of the earth.
Before ashes turn to dust,
Every human race must choose.
Not a matter of Skin colour or tongue,
A place beyond life must be chosen.
A place for the dammed,
A final abode for the saint,
The void unknown to man.
The distance in-between breaths,
For the last one beings a journey.
Where the strongest become the most feeble,
Wealth and riches counts not,
Fame and power equals nothing.
The journey into nothingness.
Every breath seems like it’s the last,
Stuck in the quagmire,
Sinking to the bottom of the abyss,
Where sunshine cease to touch.
Down and deeper goes every soul,
The more struggle the more filth lay holds.
Taking the last empty coach on a train ride,
A golden ticket can only avail
A road yet untraveled,
A sight yet unseen,
At the end of every bend is a long blinding end,
A voyage of no return,
Chasm of Emptiness and Void.
