For to see with the eye of the mind
is to embrace the seeing
with the flame of blue darkness,
For to breathe with the breath on the angel
is to love with the unkind kindness
of invisible creatures called gods
taking long,long tripes beneath your veins,
For to die with the death of tomorrow
is to live with the church of today
that reigns on palaces of nightmares
feeling as lonely and pityful
as its only betrayal martyrs,
Is to smile with the smile of the ancestors
in an ancestral incestuous pride
on not beeing the one that shouldn't have been
by your side
in that last final hour of nonexistance.