the final hour(en ingles)

I open my eyes and they show me the same picture again.
The same old tired faces.
The same old jaded people trying to show a smile in their mask.
Grey suits, grey personalities.
Always running, always in a rush.
Rushing down to nowhere street.
The same old words, the same despair.
It seems like is always raining in that town, but It wouldn`t matter if there is a sunny day. They can`t enjoy the warmth. They don`t fell the rain crushing into their bodies.
They are numb.
They are empty.
They are colourless, unable to fell.
Unable to cry, to shout, to laugh, to live.
They are not dead yet, but they don`t live, they just exist.
Once upon a time they also had colour in their live, they laughed, they used to love, they used to be people but all of that vanished in thin air.
The darkness came, silently, and became to change all.
First came the rain, always blocking the sun, making the children be afraid of the thunders and the force of nature.
Then, came the wispherer, an very old sorcerer who had been deprived of his love because the authorities of the city were afraid of him so they killed his ninph, the gem of his eyes, his love, his everything.
With his words the sorcerer started to put brother against brother, lover against lover, and soon no-one trusted in anything and anyone.
The people stop smiling, music was forbiden, and people start to work long hours because they didn`t want to come home.
The whole town was a cage, there was no way to run.
Nowhere to lay their worried head to rest.
No one to trust.
So, they numbed theirself, they killed every emotion inside of them.
They became the grey people.
I watch them across my window, and remember a time where there was hope and then I see the sorcerer coming to our town.
And I pray to be brave in this final hour, when our only hope, our only weapon is the remembrace of a better, happy time, when laughter was all around.
We still remember the laughter, as long as we remember and we can teach them to the grey people hope won`t be lost.
If we are defeated in the fight and darkness cover the earth, I live here this testimony to the future generations of fighters, laughter can`t be vanish from this earth.
Sean, writter of the absurd division, 24 company.

Diego(disculpen que sea en ingles, justo me inspire en ese idioma)