Episcopal Whip

Looking towards the futureSo as not to feel the hell of bodiesUnder our bodies and fulfilling the body's peace,Nourishing the purest fear,For not having any reference,We will come to drag you to hell,Nursing you with the song of humble servants (from the terrible destiny).Long trails of blood are what will remain of youAnd the earth will be, once again, generousOf blood of sons.Hail to the infinite power and attractedBy that which causes the perpetual movementOf an existence, but which will slowly become a smallerAnd smaller vortex, towards the mind's centre.Among fierceness and craziness, the straight bars of steelWill bend with the fire, under a downpour of blows.Every word will be pronouncedAnd every herd will be freed towards the highest cliff.Your shadow which, by suddenly growing uponThe ethereal faces,Will swallow the light,Will be the new kingdom,On which new bushes and spinesWill germinate to become a new pain's crown.The destiny will show new pathsFor the return journey crossing the main road,Running along the abyss of doubt,Until the place where the innocent butcher consciousness hides.