In the glare of a sin I am the lord of the deepest circle of hell Greedy womb stuffed with scraps of frustration For those who had sworn too early their fidelity Without taste but the taste itself In the smoke of dying Resistance against ignorance Poisoned with hideous conviction Of injustice of flames Loss of my own and withered days that have passed Which thorns are my crown here and now Leaving behind a quintessence Of this schizophrenia Loss of my own is my crown here and now Within anonymous mediocrity A whim of contradictions of striking blindfolded In desperate and forced defence of living Meanwhile within grey depths Aftermath of fierce fires Of which life-giving power of devastation I atoned with chemical blood And oppressing the saviour With grimace of anger attempting to pierce my skin And announce to the world Ever and for ever The curse and water of life Wasting, faith in despair And loyalty to none!