The Nihilism of Faith (I)

These bolts, these veneers,

Shackles of misdemeanours.

Break them, control them, 

Reprimand those disbeliefs.

Slip in cold,

Arrest the folds,

Distant mopes of pallid hopes,

Shift beside the candle light,

Taste the breath drawn aside,

Answer,pray, eat and slay,

Live alive, upon the clay,

Walk the king and draw a line,

Kiss your worth, at last,goodbye.