Life. The nature of sin. Indifference

And the pulse was slowing down...
In the pitch darkness,time stood still waiting for a sigh,
Filling the void with indifference, neglected the mystery of time ,
Trying on the experience of past generations ,
And clearly showing where the vice.
The weel pulsed with the flame of intention ,
The darkness hung like a mist of lie,
Quenching the third for a sigh .
Covering the entrance with twilight ,
Pointing the last to the denouement ,
The sweat of coolness studied time ,
The capacity of the mind for compassion ,
Reviving the blood.
Doubts were guessed in the smile ,
And the days of life turned into a fight.
The desire to live breathed desperately,
Groping and opening the third eye ,
The gills of time had closed excuses for those who did not notice the night .
Heartlessness closed its eyelids ,shrouded in twilight,
Losing lightness ,sinking into emptiness,
Giving the opportunity to exhale and inhale,
Interrogating the character ,
Watching the outcome with play,
Collecting coins in the piggy bank,
Giving generation a choice,
Finding peace in vice ,embracing thoughts ,
Giving humanity a covenant on how to love,
Throwing the thread of salvation into the womb.
Indifference looking around with interest ,
Collecting grains of someone's tears ,
Covered several centuries with a blanket until dawn overcomes the thieves.