Mice Eating Gold

The sabbath of the penal servitude of willing is only the spiritualization of cruelty The failed transmutation of the sorrow of being on this earth Mice eating gold The hatred of everything generates images of desolation Repulsion for all that is a seed Self-erasing world To be dead, a house must be still Let it all be deleted Let all this foundation of earth become desolate Wash clean the trick oracle of conscience Shatter the hateful mirrors that multiply and proclaim Cut off the splendor of the sun Cover the moon in night Roll up the scroll of heaven The days are ended The fixed time is passed Open the way, I will take the road