In the darkest of consciousness rules the morality Our nature lurks beyond, deceiving mortality Teach through generations, buried by force of qualia Our stuffed with a thought on roots of the only realization The True Insomnia Deceived from the start, Shocked and destroyed, We exist no more! The ancient truth is buried, Lies are our monuments, Which differences make us real? For whose rights are we here? "Anything that we are aware of at a given moment forms part of our consciousness, making conscious experience at once the most familiar and most mysterious aspect of our live" - Schneider and Velmans, 2007 We are prophets - individual oracles Concerning the human understanding Our believes crave for miracles Crimson is all I can see, a bloody story of our extermination Red is the color of birth, only d**h brings summary of views Created by our degradation