Internal, transcendental stigmata the power of purity

More beautiful that whiteness

Are you a part of me, like I'm yours?

All the thoughts have followed the choirs

This singing among the lions

We are dressed with whiteness

Death comes like night after day

Like winter after summer

Its nakedness is dreadful

Find this purity in yourself

And you'll be adamant

Like the autumn wind

Knocking all the leaves

Internal dimensions of whiteness

Are shreding darkness

Forces are fighting, energies are pulsing

Prophecies or limits of madness?

Wounds begin to heal

Tears stinging, burning

We are the shields of Gabriel

Not the vermin on which he treads

An old man on the cross of life

Newly born on the bed of death

Exordium exodus

Sorrow and happiness in the deepest suffering

In the rejection

I can feel I am the contradiction

Of the nothingness' hierarchy

I'm still aiming at timeless

Absolute spirituality