I kissed Pilato's Hands and touched the Nails in Jesus'ones

Making the Favorite Jewels of my Wife with His collapsed Eyes

In the Pure Waters of Baptism, I have baths of Iconoclast Youth

On the Humilated Cross of Christ, I hang on the Ghosts of Moral Slaveries



Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's foundations

Rise-up on Earth Entrails

Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's columns

Are full of Reptiles drenched with Wasted Prayers

My Flight is now Nocturne,Unsoiled by Celestial Trinities

Your Beloved God, my once Unrequested Shelter



I saw him drowning in my Excrements,

in the Dim Light of a no-Consolation Oracle

I won't be Chained to you Forever

I Won't be Victim of my Human Desire



My Flesh not praying for Mercy anymore,and my Soul has gone

Leaving a Black Web on its Place...

...a black Web Devouring the Once deposed Egg

Gift of an eighteen years Soul Trascendence



I, the Delivered Treasure

I, Field of Misery

I, Enfeebled Cobweb

I, the Mirror Phobic, the Neo-Phobic

I, Marbre Noir

I, Shadow of Myself

I, Tragoedia