Weary of concoction, the strain of aeons grips split momentum Exhale the embers of contemplation, let the spirit escape the gaping mouth
Like a brooding Leviticus, exhausted from restriction A self-imposed oxymoron wrapped in reclusive defeat Nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses!
Renunciation of all value and indeed denial of existence entire For shame or boredom of the immeasurable atrocity which has grown from simple dirt
Bleeding superbly in frantic acts of passion The whimpering voiceless sound insinuating speech The voice which will not deny it's grace to all who are obedient.
Retire in solemn cold, to end of ends on tired paths Complete polar dimensions apart from the current state Not capable now even of memory or lack thereof Under its own regimental development, Governed by chaotic form, lacking in no opportunity to grasp the message.
The chilling Logos thrown waywards and accumulating in dank corners The creative word flung about and receding piece by pieceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
