"We are the essence of the world beyond perception, 

Force is the outcome of our arms ordained by the unaware, 

Blood is the liquid between dreams and life's deception, 

Noone will know when we'll raise our swords against the days." 



Things existing, 

Lifelessly living, 

They disclose 

The world's appearance 



Things existing, 

Bloodlessly pulsing 

In the stream 

Of time's procession. 



Thoughts forgotten, 

Seeming asleep, 

They'll awake 

In drapes unthought. 



Thoughts that vanished, 

Ended in smoke, 

Will return 

And fear they'll stoke.