Sete Sinais

Counting stars, constellations
Measuring immensities in the skies
Increases our loneliness
Prophets come, promise more
For those who say amen
But such global times
Have their drawbacks, nothing virtual

It has been written that false messiahs
With new magics we will see

There is no belief without reward
Nor superstitions
Make the differences intense
Incomprehensions

Jerusalem suffered too much
Comets from Bethlehem are not celestial
Nor will the Seven Signs be lacking
Back to the temple the money changers
To worship buffoon gods
Who will they sacrifice this time?

And they won't say that no one knew
About hypocrisy and its power

Neither sciences, intelligences
Crazy ambitions
Have saved us from inconsistencies
Or imperfections