Hollow Movements of Flesh

From dust you were born, yet dust you remain
Machine without creator, hollow husk profane

Sham synderesis, souls shivering advance
Convulsions pulse in slavery's trance
Those cords of faith, divine guidance
Mere chains of casuality spinerack dance

Hollow movements of flesh

Under martyrium pall
Man consecrated reason
And raised above all
Logos as god
To portray it all
And grow on world
Forge obligate laws
From circular paths

Nihility and despair beg psyche to lead
Striven from dead soil to sketch paraklete
Causes enslaved to purpose, yet matter they heed

Hollow movements of flesh

Without silent witness
In godless theatres
Shadow-play of humanity
Poised in tragedy

We deny the everbleeding strands
In perpetual adorations loss
Hold the masks on trembling hands
Over lifeless figures of pathos