Waves of calm they washed me cleannDetached, removed from the spinenPossessed with a feeling of deathnA compulsion to silence the goodnessnnEveryone dies but not everyone livesnThe plague modern times instillednThis revelation cured me of this sickness of the mindnnWronged in our chance to comprehend immortalitynPower beyond the amorphous stature breathing liesnInside the ties that bindnnWaves of doubt wash over menSkepticism oscillates in the mindnRelief from the pagan beliefsnThat are contrary to the submissivennFaith and doubt constantly collidenJoined together on immeasurable planesnMore courage does it take to suffer than to diennPower beyond the amorphous stature breathing liesnInside the ties that bindnnRecalculate infinitynExpand just to collapse on mennA glimpse of moving light that you must bring to focusnGrows in proportion to the pressure on the eyes