Stained by Tar

When distrust and understanding combine and the white kingdom closes its gates dropping you back among the filth back to face the life without the meaning, without the meaning. Then you experience the birth and the filth like a cleansing stream. You swim in the spring of rats and vermin, you tilt over the cup of revolt. This all incarnated in your mind, your body hanging like a staging. Stain yourself with the tar, it soaks into your heart. Saturated with the fuel, hate becomes a glowimg spark. All bursts into black storm, into infernal radiance. You tar-filled skin burns their thougths. Dirt, filth and flames are rising close to the gates...