High One

Let the master begin his speech,
thunders rise above the ground,
and moving clouds among the sky.
Big one with open mind and stares at the future,
we need more inspiration to create a bigger God.
Who dares, will get the golden stick.
The eye always stares at the humble ground,
a matter of fact, we, the ants of the sky.
Manufactured wings with low life, destroys the abstract structure,
wild yells from the last floor of the highest building made of corpses.
Let's start again, oh please.