Life is a disease of the spirit
Like lightning falling from heaven
Like a martyr in ecstasy
Like an angel drilled
Like the well of infinity
Like burning steel in the body
Like the sun, always coming back
Like the fire that burns the world
And condemns it to its future
Like the snake kills the bird
Like the bird that breaks the clouds
Like the unexpected rain
Like the invertebrate night
Like breaking bones
Like the strength of a demon
Like blood flowing through the centuries
And sullying the kingdoms with life
