You're dripping my friend
Of the blood of your foes
Emptied ceiling above spread
Below unending despair to choose

Darkness has ventured into
Land of the living in the flesh
I'm immortal, not a soul reincarnated
Born anew I am, to fall is my fate

Properly aligned my stars are
But I'm counting on the animal in me
True is hate but love is always lovely
Now my choice is empty

We drown together in this chaos
Like we survived by eating each other
Humm be it's rhythm, Om be its sound
Let us offer our exaltations to the part that's not sober


© Mahamegh