Senses, flower of existence- bow to Babylon
Pain, father of creation-
World of shadows too blind to cry
Worms crowded together to
Satisfaction is the seed of hunger
Beginning of the circle is
To stars and suns we carry
To superhumans names in stone
Into
You are the ones that will free us from colours
That
Rise! And look at your face
Centre of existence leans toward
On bigger than everything
In the crown of your own self
Thickening mass of reality
Curve the existence descends to zero
Crowd loosing