Gathering
the fragments of bodies
linking the words into statements
machinery's prepared
like a monster from necronish dimensions
separating dust from sentiments
the Creator is forced to act

The power of beholding the whole
Though grounding on artificial truth
Is only doing its duty
For selling the perfect one in its kind

Distorted
beauty in public service
so like a picture of a dead virgin
carved above her watery grave
Try to force the will,
will of your own

Direction
wherein the lenses lie which brings
to daylight the Imperfect Crime
through stirring at useful productions
Of the infected minds

The game has lost its purpose
Reproducing the hearts of a dying child
Acting in highest position of God
Thousands of coherent lies synthesised

Gathering
the fragments of bodies
linking the words into statements
machinery is prepared like a monster, directed
towards the unknown species,
species unknown

The Sign is given
Through laboratory forces
His left Eye is growing
Prepared to be misused
The cattle and the Shepherd
Counted one by one

An unknown convention
Intervening Him and us
Through the latent
world's perceptions
Always following the Pattern
With someone deriding
By our side

Distorted senses
Possessive ceremony
Their bones have been modified
The dinner is served
Marking their belonging
Flowering in splendour

Take the whole of the Eye
Their voice has been deprived
to serve someone's seeing
Tremendously undoing
Despite their reservations
His invisibility

Slowly transforming
the History's purpose
The dawn of Renaissance derives
Its ultimate power to proceed
The souls are conditioned
By abstraction-agony
To examine their
Wide-screen-birth

Though trees still are green
Don't leave unprotected
The defects of delusion
When the black-white picture
Is maidenly descending
Over Southern latitude

Prepare to follow
your own prophecy
When the Spectrum is fading
The filter of re-entry
By deceiving all purple-red eyes
Will help you to find
Your unrecognisable look-alikes
Among the pictures
Of the Past

Let your dissonant devotion
Be heard all over the Hemisphere
In delight of the sweetest intoxication
To the Mother Xzoriath
They reach their bursting ode
Through the Veil of Ignorance
You catch the gaze