Past deeds linger in the astral Darkness
Through the tunnel connecting Luna to earth
Woe unto me, for there is an old incarnation present here
Compelled to remain somewhere inbetween — and —
Seven hells that are mine
Where past and present melt to one
The price of murder paid through ages and ages
…in this fusion of life and death
The gathered decay of past lives…
Somehow present in the very moment
Has darkened my inner sight
And the self transforms into an open grave
Cuts that go deeper than flesh
Pitch-black blood flowing forth from a re-opened wound
Perpetuated in a flood of waters unreal
I can not breathe in thee, incarnated human…
Slave to the temptations of the lower mind
That is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost
And he was me…
Breathing through shells of perdition
This life I now live, is rather a lack of living:
It is a continous dying, if with You I do not make my living
Listen, my God, to what I say: I do not want this life of mine:
For I die because I do not die
San Juan DE LA Cruz: not living in myself I live, line 11−17
I can not breathe in thee, incarnated human…
The bleak presence of an old murder… remains a key of torture
The irony of Osiris, turning Samsaras wheel to my disfortune
Why, why was a spirit this old incarnated
Along such a depraved personality?