Odial

Nous seen as actual numbness of a thought;
seen as the inurge of an animal-like will.
Beyond motion. Trapped in trivial.
Lunacy of a deep thought lucid in confusion;
seen as the unbroken animal-like will.
Adore by earnest. Far from ray of hope.
I will abuse you - this aghast narrowness
- I will complete your ill - your only will.
Beyond the stunted deed. Hold in outrage.
And it will dig itself in tremendous pollution,
it will irresistible hunt in an animal-like will.
Far from purpose. To the actual (non)sense.

Nothing is more patient to the actual patience than passivity,
the origin, itself.
So empty the void to reach the fullness and sun incline
under the existence.
And nothing obtains more in perfection than actual will -
the deep and high intention.
So empty the void to reach the fullness and sun incline
under the existence.

Attrition of vindication, crush of moral, crumble of reason...
Oh, these reductions.
Beyond value. Free of restriction.
Conquest of the odial. Conviction - the actual.
Inpressure of a hurry urge - oh be this affliction.
Beyond distance. Far from this desert.
Then, not without cause, they won the mean simplicity.
Not without cause they persevere on this need.
Not without cause they became the bottomless island.
Then, not without cause, they [be]came to [the] illusion.
Not without cause they came to rot vermin.
Not without cause they became human.

Bleed, my old weakness. Bleed, my new seed.