I approach the return
returning to the source

I smell the end where all beginnings begin
I see divinity rise from within
nearing to death

the divine is the final chapter
can consciousness predict
the end of all life

hedonism poisoning the veins
I see the end
I long for its sweet embrace

it will begin for another
as it ends for me

breaking the glass of superstition
cuts family ties

blood of the hedonist drowns the city streets
visions of the country
flashing illusions

the bird that floats the wind
the structures blown away

winds blow through windowless bodies
the heart beats for its death

the ancestors await you.