I ravage and mow the earthly fallow
I stride and mow the human weeds
Pain and desperation, scream with fear
Stream of suffering I pour them
I walk between blind eyes
I look down, up and one side
I hear sounds of tangled mouth
I throw shadow of the horns, let them rot
And books are burning in scarlet shine
Mistakes burns in candles silence
Fire defiles the twisted content
And dry tears and eyes are drowning
Cloudy eyes…
With no expression…
Without will…
So I walk further
Road with no visitors
No oaths, no engagement
Free with no nausea