The Beggining Of Sin

Look - come

Close your eyes and hold your thought

Take it, claim for yourself

Tis yours, the slaves know it well

Seek - it's there

Yet you shall not find it

Your eyes are blinded

You are weak and fragile

The truth slays abruptly

Rip your eyes out - the beggining of sin

Touch - feel the infinity

Yet you have your hand no more

Pain and torment are the comprehension

Do you want to last? or know?

After all, you exist no more...