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.