In the dreams of a liberated future
With principles of greatness and virtue
Purging yourself of your own lust
We develop a temporal image of being
Although, a word, with no meaning
An action unable to affect
Truth, as the foundation of harmony
Wrapped in translations of meanings
Dehumanized feeling of guilt
Soothing
In the disability of repulsive past
Justifying the form
Justifying greatness
Even the flying body parts
A face, melted by iron
Incompatible with life
Like a knife, slowly thrusting into an eye
A dehumanized voice, a canticle of pain
That sensually vibrates the soul
Filled with love
Chanting the name of the savior of humanity
Touching the depths of heart
In the echo of warmest feelings
In the dusk of prominent beliefs
Where the determination of misguided faith is stronger
Than life itself