Thoughts of response, theological kind...
Chasing the demon whose name is ignorance,
Pass through the descriptions of
Planes: forms, words - in instant you
Sense is the blink, the empiric extract -
To realize and
There is a fracture in walls abstract -
Grotesquely marrow is perplexed
concept of world
Which is just a synth of
False ideas, faults. Synthinity
A symptoms of corrosion and decay
Every step. I suppose the truth in rumours
Told light comes from the Orient...
Breath of sudden releif,
Falling like blink you're in
So the harmony rises inside
And reigns supreme...