Born from the abyss of crimson,
All the sinful son crowd
The Promised Land.
Flowing out from aureole,
Cursed body is getting lighter
At the Promised Time.
I step right foot,
And step left foot,
Lose my footing,
Hold a stick.
I look around,
And look back,
Open my mouth.
A peal harmonizes with absence.
Before the sun goes down,
Before a forest is blighted,
Before the concept break,
We’ll leave everything to history.
“That’s enough.”
The absurd tap me on the shoulder.
Since piled big misunderstanding
Can’t be dug up any longer.
Blessed innocence,
It’s given to the corpus cadaver
At impurity land.
Flowers lie scatter.
Corpora lie down on the floor.
It’s impurity treat.
Sordid dew
Shed on the cheek,
Holding head,
Then holding knees.
I gaze up the sphere,
Adjust my wings,
Lick the earth.
It tastes piled vain.
Falling sideways
A crowd of men,
Winding up rearing children,
Wanders for far west.
Before the sun goes down,
Before a forest is blighted,
Before the concept break,
We’ll leave everything to history.
“That’s enough.”
The absurd tap me on the shoulder.
Since piled big misunderstanding
Can’t be dug up any longer.