Im teich erlischt ein bachlein

Thrown back to this lifeafter centuries of
Mourning.i gave my youth to be immortalbut
With me my grief can't cease.i return to a
World where baseness reignssubhumans control platitudinously.like thousand contagions it
Deforms your mind,obey and join mediocritie's
Void.a shallow existence in sycophancy,replaceable
Numbers, devoid of nobility,what warrants your judging on my divine feats,low life without the right to exist.i enter the realm my beloved is gonemesmerized with peaches in her hand.before metamorphosis came to an enddews touched her pustules and she went beyond.phantasmagoric, scarlet lips,in burning fervour i devote.immersed in an ethereal kissbeneath the trees where marble grows.sister, brocade in gorgeous fanes,in delirium we are combined .rivulets of yearning dreamsflow to the seas with putrid choirs.concealed in a reverieof sylvan clouds in golden skiesa nihilist in misanthropyweeps on mirror's other side.where ants vaporize on cold stonesour stillborn children playincorporeally mirthless gameswith wan and ulcerous hands.