My eyes are metallic, their gaze concerts like music,
A ripping silence ensues, ensuring a safe wreckage of life.
Life caves in, death sets in, annihilation is a proud fact,
Live ghosts, die gracefully, little knowledge is kept in the grave.
At times my astonishment beleaguers me,
It takes away sight, hearing and speech.
My flower is the primrose, suitable for my age,
My art is the rose, a feeling that is esteemed.
Love came from the heavens hotly, and smartly,
It spread across the abyss of eternity and collapsed,
So darkness fled as well, leaving the residence of the creation.
Its house was created by creatures of the creator,
My heaven is tame, cleaner than windows of glass,
Full of jewels to astound people of the swords.
My heaven claims me in the end of surrender,
When I prostrate towards the city of my blessed heart.
Humanity teaches us righteous action,
So talk to the statistics of this way and really
Act like a proud sort of helper who depicts all
In his way, like a human and a father or mother.
We became the river of the veins, a servant of distress, who winks,
Liking the sending of a message, which runs into the heart and cavity.
Our reason was clear from the outset, leaving us feeling the care of high,
Forces bled into a straight and narrow highway, forming tears in the eyes.
Someone who divinely inspires another man is immortal,
And his heart contrives the best magic to offer another man.
Something enters the vein of desires so flesh-like, a rift
Appears so suddenly, that voices utter foul weather, like
Reason writes according to rules of divinity,
A wine is ghastly to the touch, one day it softens
In the mouth, like an eatable of heaven.
It is an angelic agony, lulling the heart, forcing it
The pain is on my page that calls to the heart
That beats with the reading of the words
Intended to enlighten the few who are wise.
If I worship from those words like the running river,