Dementia - Ad Vitam Aeternam

Between Heaven and Earth

Stands up mankind little divine

And not sublime enough

Between the unreal and the

Material arises the incarnate man

Little iridescent and Hell bends

Down the persecuted little

Idyllic and to afflicted

Between the alert and the war

Lets himself go the frivolous pioneer

Little brave and too imprisoned

Between Heaven and Lucifer

Digs his own grave the stiff

Little devote and too grieved

Between the volcanos and the waters

Some burning and drowning truth

Perfidious and so disguised

The muddy inessential on the

Surface of consciousness

Toemented with reminiscence

Of a life filled with bitterness

Kind of dislocated puppet

Adapting to hearing whisper

The harsh scoffing of the imps

There, teeming with our steps

Dearest Dementia, attracting all

Our dull senses, such a foul elixir…

Rather than listening to the extatic

Hymm of the lyric nymphs and

Seraphins filling our spirit with delight

Are we the mocked puppets of the evil

Ones of this world?

Sure, it is easier

To stumble than makind the filth better

Dare you cut those devilish lianas off!

Let us raise up to the strings of the

Divine harp and may you be recked

By the Eden angelical poet…

Enlightened volcanos and water full of

Grace, in your mercy, hear my prayer…

Listen to the cold dream of your life…

From the throne of the dark, what a bliss

To exhume the stiff!

Carpe noctem!

Between Eden and Hell

Raises the persecuted a little

More idyllic and less afflicted

Halfway materials and unreal

Holds up the incarnate man a

Little more iridescent and less blind

Sursum mea terper orbem terrarum

Dementia…