Lorenz

Broken circle

I was born in a broken circle 

trapped in a sky of squares.

Of the equivocal breast,the nectar ,

love forbidden to  the beast .

Child mocked by the caste ,

brandishing the black sun\'s torch 

in these brandons starved ,

dawns where I  shivered ...

Tossed by the cold hands of destiny ,

Shiva laughing at my clumsy mantra ,

Scornful doctors of the law 

passing by without seeing me ,

unaware that I was about to paint

fire and iron in their arrogant souls ...

Proud eagle landed by me 

faithful wolf  at my feet.

I will submit the king lion to my will !

The warming of rats obsesses and soils me ...

Another morning of a despair 

in a day without glory.

Would I still only be this genius beggar

that the crowd passes by thinking 

 it recognizes him ?

Does it know that I offer it 

a reflection of myself ?

I am the merciless judgment for the herd.

You will be the chosen or the damned .

You ,whom I designate as wanderers 

 under a malefic star ...

Mourn this day of birth in a broken circle !

But in these  blessed hours 

the holy war is declared !

I\'m going to dance in fury and violence

of the summer solstice light ! 

  Allegretto ! allegretto !

You\'ll finally recognize  the divine child ...