Et Vidimus Gloriam Eius

I am the church for his light

I am holy

Embrace me Pentagrammaton

Peccare et mentiri contra dominum et aversi sumus

I see everything clearly as through crystal

I see that everything I touch have died long ago

I see how the liquid shapes of life are only a dream

sand through my fingers, vanity uncountable and endless

Spoliavit me gloria mea et abstulit coronam de capite meo

Although in this abyss I have understood

how the darkness itself is so tender, the pain so adorable I have cried to its beauty and laughed to its fear

These long years, which crawl on the mirror surface of my mind like some slimy, sluggish creatures

as simulaera or messengers of some unknown and tremendous horrors

which I see only vaguely, only suspecting

without names, more real than everything

Hosanna in profundis

And the knife, altar and the sign of Satan

are besides before me, in me and in my mind at every moment

in every agonized minute

and as I scream to God, to the night

I don't know if my voice is a praise or a cry of some tormented animal

endlessly blood drips from my heart unto this vessel,

amazing exploding beauty, my Master and my God

Erat lux vera