Dashing past the altar, a priest halts
To cast his spell of rage, the demonic particles
That in those atoms dwell, and in those fancies
Are sown me and you, they hit us hard!
Deep alleys, clammy alleys, and black butchers
Find childlike hearts in their hearts tonight.
Bewildered by the changing of the seasons,
We link the bend of the road to astounding success.
My farce depicts my rage along the time,
May language find a fault with some of these
Little diseases of this age that states.
Words devastate the real divisions now,
Begin the dazzling quest with many stars,
Concentrated skies of little lights all this way;
Begin this night with illumination at best,
Never does the land submerge itself in the rain.
To love, we demand it this century,
Asking who commands the reasons for life.
Happiness overshadows me after news
Of a just law on the event we share.
The lions of God come rushing in to marry the friends,
Devouring their rings of friendship, dividing spoils.
May strength overcome the strong once the lion-king
Draws in its followers, to be in royal custody.
My land resides in this heart next to me,
Inside we see hearts of gold shining;
Your weapons are laid, these bars of gold
Shine further than the eye, these eyes.
To roll in the sky died, for offence,
Ghosts of rigid kind define our alacrity.
This ghost charms my menacing instants,
Exemplifying the power of time, as it is space.