Craving Vehemence

As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its
Canterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss

As if you would return from where you perished
In luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by
Your own frail devotion

Constant hopeless chants, useless plight scars
Exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure
And sacred enlightenment