The dark embedded thee cries
It longs for light though light dies
To and from thy place is mysterious
Rooted within lies a revelation
The roots speak, they are in desperation
Thought it was that place of contemplation
Where they form a mystery which is temptation
They seek it and form it like worms
Crying to keep saying foolish things
They feed on the lies of the abyss
Those woeful roots are rotten
They seek rebelion upon themselves
They prowl and consume the lesser ones
Like the light that fills the cycles
Roots fill distortions to the darkness
Darkness is called upon the insides
Roots fill the distortions of mysteries
You roots that reveal vanity!
Of which of these places does sanity
Continue to live in ouroboros
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem