Image of death

From distorted nothingness,
From the flesh, passion, blood,
It appears from the outside, spinning in the darkness,
From an overabundance of the essence current,
Appeared before me out of horror,
A magnificent string fight,
He erupts from the darkness,
From outside, from the darkness in me,
From the darkness interlinked by me,
A connected swarm of thoughts,
My fear came too,
Sweat oozes from my forehead,
Runs to the bottom, my skin,
By the scars, abrasions of the soul,
The image shines, he appeared out of nothing,
Which is death, which is God, which is fog of spirit,
That all in one, he of the world is the law.