Quivering like little figures, lost in broken flames
Burn the pictures
Its attributes would continue to unfold forever
Once opened, its secrets would become the world
Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh
A spiraling ruin, lost in the gathering dust
Like a whisper where there are no words
Those words drawn in water become our legacy of fantasies
I witnessed the flickering, made to look like stone
The faces, you saw in the withering garden
Appears the perplexed, the statue of might
The painted angels, shadowed high above
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me
In the cradle of the next generation
I offer this suffering of mu unwanted father
So unexpected in this strange deserted place
Through the fabric of the promised future aeons
