What are you, the self proclaimed beast?
Who is the one that created you
... and whichever of your creators

Was born in the land where you come from

I flout at your signature

I deride the fear of priests
Forming my own triple multiplication
I receive communion from the golden rays


Blind children of dissimulation!
Ye who heed the ancient books

!@%(yzing the lunatics' nonsense
Enter the unholy pattern of spiral


Crucifixion
The neovitruvian man
Resurrection

... and time will not exist

I set forth

With you and your stone tools behind

Tesseractic visions,

The energy of new suns
I absorb their light,
Now that I understood the essence

I set forth

This is my golden sum

I see with my third eye
I transform into fourth destiny
My number raises one degree higher

Pure freedom of my soul

And how many gods yet... ?

And how many suns and worlds... ?
And how many prophecies and deeds... ?
... and just look behind