Xzoriath

distance
Placed between two Eyes
One blind and one Omnividerent
Come, oh Goddess, show me

The first one dedicated
As Victim at the gate of Xzoriath
The second one as a gift
Of beneficence through torture

Convenient abbreviation
Constantly asked for by Losers
Constantly letting someone
To help to remove
The skin from their face
Conglomeration of the misfitted
Has spoken its speech
Two horrors of Imperative mood
Has been heard

Come, oh Goddess
In virtue of seldom
Experienced matters
The loved ones are burned
Or laid underground
Come, oh Goddess, show me


The first one to the honour
Of Victim at the gate of Xzoriath
The second one as a gift
Of beneficence through torture.

Fermenting limbs

The process invisibly begins
Hearing that melting sound anew
Experience that the Ices
Are letting you see
In your fragrant grace
You walk
Xzoriath

Terraining a fresh uncertainty
The biological manuscript interrupted
Garnish the misery with salve
From your very Soul
You act
Xzoriath

Lavish the parts of the figures
Created of fermenting limbs
In forgotten consciousness
the Inapplicable Face is born
In your fragrant grace
You walk
Xzoriath


Create me a link
To the gate of your death
To the range of unborn
Oh Xzoriath
Create me a link
To the range of unborn
To the gate of your death
Oh Xzoriath.

Preclassical investigation

Follow the path
Where the Friarmonk slowly learned
How to distress
The untouchable Purpose of Man
Knifes are unsharp
Of blind men using them
Constantly armed
In the circus of delivery

Let them show you
How to challenge the Prudence
In the operative mood
Let them prove you
How the exclamation marks
Reveal the secrets though

Disposition to grasp
The fake time-dimension
Boiling in God
And the man catches the rest
Concealing his own universality
That might to kill
Every try to be
resurrected

Categorising the steps
Is the key
to Virginity
Drinking the milk
From reviving angels
Without to reproduce
The Picture
The Picture of God

Follow the path
Where the Friermonk slowly learned
How to protect
The milk of a Virgin
From not turning red.

Errors of Redimensioning

Making impossible to catch
The horizon of vanished diseases
Don't look behind
Remembering
Into the picture of the Grate Cause
You drowned the convention
Of Nature

Complex ideas of clear exposition
We've buried alive in the Dark
Stereotyping the bodies of humans
Volunteers gaining the rest
Like an artist in action
Of Bleeding

Feeble is rhythm of execution
Of your ancestors memory
By craftsmen restored
in twisted shape
Only the Maledicted Ears
Can ever hear the illusions
Of Breathing


Kill the violins metal screams
Coming from rendering minds
Regretted edition of life in the exile
Is offered for sewing the scars
Come lend them a piece
Of living

Two Animals hearts
You gave me, oh Goddess
To teach me
the Logic of Yours

Sink Him who fights for
recovering means
Deep down into
the Last Battle.

Rudiments unwinding

Establishing rules for the last recipient
Of emergency-calling
For Third latent Agreement
Counting the vicious members
In the Court of
Preapocalyptic Warriors
Reawaken

Let the superfluous heartbeats die
Before the Last Dawn
Will show its toothless mouth
Dead-line for your final dream
In the bed of
The Static Dimension
Suspended

The howl of every decent prayer
They paste to the walls
Instead of the names
Of those killed in the War
Abridged like
The indolents Bible

Disposition to change direction
Unpossessed of the freaks
Finally downwritten
In for long vanished Dark Book
Of The only Legislator
Who bought the Veil of ignorance
Mutilated

You soon will be ordered
To dig up the ground
In front of the feet of
the Innocent who
Watches all that
stops moving
In Amphyspace.

Requiem

Deliver the purple roses
To inspire the rotting nations
Finally calm in the sacred ground
Deliver the irresistible hunger
To the worms of a new Creation
At least for a while

Embalm all those bloodshot eyes
Gently with soil
from the Unburned
Teach me the new song
Through curtains of steel
Giving Xzoriath power
To cover the visions
Of those who sleep
After unbiased battle


Calm is the Newborns Breast
Eroded the old mans
Let them see your grief,
oh God
Lapsed in the virtue they
Fell from your arms
Let the chorus of Angels blind
Echo in Fourth Dimension
To silence their burdened cry
Who once have dropped
A petrified tear.