3 Pieces of Mosaic

To believe is to lie, it seems impossible to tell.

to live is to win, square pieces nailed on skin that fell...

skin that fell down

phosphorescent mosaic points to you, poor you

softly touching slots, indecipherable mounting figure

son of dedition

I was waiting for the right combination

I was crumbling by static boredom

to materialize the events, feat coincides with victory

until the piece will be one, until the piece will be one

one piece on total mosaic, they're not missing, no more,

2 blocks of stellar mosaic and the hard work will be ended

mystic oblivion spins away, human is tired to complain,

see the loneliness dig her own grave, her own grave...

the form vibrates, the roll extends, irregular lines and arid clues

deserve to be humiliated

the esoteric so pagan, the snake and the owl, the two separated

conceptions of forfeiture, after years of severe ordeal

and this will be done

what appears before my way? what's appearing there?

what's the meaning of this glow that slowly overwhelms me

the hard work will be done

one piece on total mosaic, they're not missing, no more,

2 blocks of stellar mosaic and the hard work will be ended

mystic oblivion spins away, human is tired to complain,

see the loneliness dig her own grave, her own grave...