Gigantomachia

Devoid of soul,
I'm an army of thoughts
Of nature, a cluster,
Of God, illegimate son.

I hear you scream in silence,
You're my only companion,
Two stories in a cradle,
You know the axes of time.

In a battle of giants,
I edge through your dreams,
It's a fait accompli
You're unable to escape

We're sitting in the shades
No one picks up the phone no more
Get used to your lines
We're printed in a blank page.