Cancion Del Elegido

Whenever a story is told
It speaks of an old man, a child of oneself
But my story is tough
I won't talk about a regular man
I'll tell the tale of a being from another world
Of a galaxy animal
It's a story related
To the Milky Way's course
It's a buried story
It's about a being from nothing
Born from a storm
In the sun of a night
The second to last month
He went from planet to planet
Looking for drinkable water
Maybe seeking life
Or seeking death
That's never known
Maybe seeking silhouettes
Or something similar
That was adorable
Or at least lovable
Kissable, kind

He discovered that the mines
Of King Solomon
Were in the sky
And not in the burning Africa
As people thought
But the stones are cold
And he was interested in warmth and joy
The jewels had no soul
They were just mirrors, bright colors
And finally descended to war
Sorry! I meant to say to earth

He learned the story in a flash
Felt crushed glass in his head
And understood that war
Was the peace of the future
The most terrible is learned right away
And the beautiful costs us our lives
The last time I saw him leave
Among smoke and shrapnel
Happy and naked
He was killing scoundrels
With his cannon of the future