I kissed pilato's handsnand touched the nails in jesus once nMaking the favorite jewels of my wifenwith his collapsed eyes nIn the Pure Waters of baptismnI have baths of iconoclast youth nOn the Humilated Cross of christnI hang on the Ghosts of moral slaveries nnTwo Thousand Years and I realized vatican's foundations nRise-up on earth entrailsnTwo thousand years and I realized vatican's columns nare full of reptiles, drenched with wasted prayers nMy flight is now nocturnenUnsoiled by celestial trinities nYour beloved godnmy once unrequested shelter nnI saw him drowning in my excrements nin the dim light of a no-consolation oracle nI won't be chained to you forever nI won't be victim of my human desire nnMy flesh not praying for mercy anymorenand my soul has gone nLeaving a black web on its placena black web devour in the once deposed egg nGift of an eighteen year soul transcendence nnI, the delivered Treasure nI, field of misery nI, enfeebled cobweb nI, the mirror phobic, the neo-phobic nI, marbre noir nI, shadow of myself nI, tragoedia