The Beginning of Sin
Look - come
Close your eyes and hold your thought
Take it, claim for yourself
Tis yours, the slaves know it well
seek - it's there
Yet you shall not find it
Your eyes are blinded
You are weak and fragile
the truth slays abruptly
Rip your eyes out - the beginning of sin
Touch - feel the infinity
Yet you have your hand no more
pain and torment are the comprehension
Do you want to last? or know?
After all, you exist no more...
Writer/s: Dies Irae
