Leave The Boots On

It’s never a bad time to leave the boots on, remembering our

happiest moment and reviving feelings that once died in hell.

Giving meaning to everything that disappeared in that

pantheon.

We are angels with dead spirits, turning into demons

destroying the sky, getting closer to the unknown, wandering

through the seven gates of hell.

Locked in our morgue, consuming our desires, feeding on ego,

opening fear.

Closer to digging our own hole, sometimes feeling like a

gargoyle with broken wings—defeated but not regretful.

Don’t give up the battle; keep fighting for that new life.

Hope will never surrender.

Bury everything that brings regret; it’s never the wrong time.

When the moment comes to rise from your coffin, burn

everything that was once in vain.

Forget the past—no one counts the harm done to us.

Don’t suppress it by leaving it in the hole.

Now reborn, travel the world; everything is at your feet.

Step without fear, free of anger in every move.