Malkuth

Such loneliness, despair, and sorrow,

Bleeding through the ceiling

Raining on their earthly bodies

As the poors lay down and weep themselves to sleep

light, piercing through the window,

Rejoice! Believers chanted,

Waking the livings. And those noises, raise up and turned into toxic mist

Who are to speak thine name?

For the laws forbid,

Justice blinded, Beauty crippled, and Hope, swallowed by the cold black sea

And all to thine glory, for no mortal is worthy

For virtues a lie and morals such heavy chains

What pain submission inflated?

The forsaken we, divided, brothers against brothers

May his almighty lance shut my prideful speech

and no, not that I will stop