Now arrived at the dusk of my aeonic existencenBut yet, too shortnMy hands are bound in my back with a thorny ropenAnd yet, so tightnnRaising my prophetic gaze one last timenThe only things I meet are blightnAnd contempt, vomited by all those mouthsnUnited by the dogmatic boundaries of so-called human decencynnUnanimously condemned by a mislead humanitynAnd yet, too quicklynFor daring to bother the established with cosmic wordsnAnd yet, so truennThus destined to such vile deathnA revengeful spectacle for the shocked memorynI look at the fire burning higher and higher around menAlready suffocated by the smoke’s hypnotic breathnnI suddenly feel a freezing warmthnLike boiling acid rolling on my bodynFrom my feet to my chestnThe flames are devouring mennVile mass exalting christlike fantasiesnI will not wash your sinsnFor of all the scourges your sick mind creates, my body is freenAs it has ever been and will always bennThe pseudo heroic act of self-castrationnReanimated their old morbid satisfactionnAgain, repeating time and abandonnThey missed their target and reached perversion.nDeafened by the morbid pulsenRoaring in their ears and spreading its cursenAll their mouths were sinisterly opennFor their blaming how to straightennnNo sacrifice hidden behind this murdernYou deserve nothing but a contemptuous laughternYour cause is senseless, so is my agonynStaining your hands forever with blood of perfidynnForget all your neurotic constructionsnAnd face the source of your dissatisfactionnOne last timenOne last time...nOr have all my attempts always been vainnDisregarded, lost under disdain?nCould all my scars and wasted bloodnOnly be remembered by the silent mud?nSucked away from each infected memorynVanishing under each gaze, inexorably?nnDuring this everlasting agonynA smile distorted my cracked lipsnOne last timenFor even though my time had gonenSomewhere a seed had been sownnnOne last time my thoughts wandered freenBeholding future hatching potentialitiesnnI hate you worldnI wasn’t made for you...nnAlas...