blue blood

with the kings and queens easily forgotten under the iron fist of new power we drank the last drop of liquor left at the bottom of zeus' cup

we laughed
and we laughed so much that we were almost thrown away again with the fearless gods we once prayed to... insanity we find

nobody knows exactly why we're here
or how did we arrived... as bacterias we're put under some kind of microscope and they stare at us pretending they have nothing we have, they're nothing alike us... and in every description, in every adjective they find themselves the heritage we left for them, our sons and daughters, mixed through the ages and we find they've become this... our judges