Limpid Light of Lacklustre Life
Messiah, O Messiah Thou art my guide, the enlightenment of knowledge Your hands has saved me From the dense of danky You incarnate in so many visages To save one jour or the other To such a point from whence Single face does no more matter. Guidance gizmo and suggestion surreptitiously Of thine, come to quiz why You disappeared in this fugitive ply. Though, your agile absence bestir to its pallid presence Sacks of sagacity still pine for thy essence. Illuminate my orgiastic body of eclipse Resurrect again, not for mine, all evil memory to release.