From a supplication without response
The essence of man

His ground giving way
Comes illumination by a sun of great evil
That sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation
And the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths

This silence that among all man has charged
With sacred horror, it becomes sovereign

In repugnant nativity
And detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void

Breathless ecstatic experience
It opens the horizon a bit more
This wound of God
It is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities

The depths of being left to holy vultures
Such monstrous impurity
And this incessant piety, no less revolting

Cried out to heaven
And they bore an affinity to God
Inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light
Can be likened to light