Heaven doesn't exist,
Everything was black, was void,
No eyes, to see,
No mind to think.
Within the peacefully greatness,
Of the infinite woom,
Something appeared,
Like a great hand,
It clapped,
Something changed....
Movement begin,
First black turn white,
Cold transform in a hot steam,
Within black, a dotted light was formed,
Nameless,
No eyes, no mind,
No concience, no reason,
No cience, no distance
All was near,
Natural collision of parts,
Not war, but creation,
Chaos from nothing,
Order was none,
Beauty was all,
Wthite fades out,
Black never wins alone,
Both colors merged,
Not gray,
But a sutil black landscape,
With white life,
Combine on a perfect dance,
An infinite dance,
Colors appeared,
The great ballance were completed,
No names,
Just figures, just things,
It begin....
