Rusted Libra

They kept running for shelters
 In this endless catastrophe
 Ruled by and the only circles
 of the almighty Ouroboros
 The start of deliverance
 The gathering of the east, west, north and south
 Meeting under the star's trails
 Lost in a permanent perplexity
 It must be the banners of life
 The love of immortal force
 The perfect circle pursuit
 Where death follows birth
 And birth of another death
 Such a balance
 A balance that once has been visible
 Where emotions were just another motion
 For us to play different impersonations, perhaps ourselves
 Playing the role of the gambit
 Risking his life to live at the gates of the universe
 Playing the role of the puppeteer
 Laying orders of mass disorder to claim the decayed thrones
 Black gaps of delusions
 Fed by the Elysian tears
 Restoring the helix foundation
 The balance of rusted Libra
 Playing the role of the arcanist
 Changing the purposes and the principles of each step made
 Issuing a new chapter of human anatomy
 The rise of new properly scattered nations
 Playing the role of the neo, the oath
 The grand architect and pillars of Sine
 Supported by the erotic flesh
 The enslaved sin, the serpent
 Black gaps of delusions
 Fed by the Elysian tears
 Restoring the helix foundation
 The balance of rusted Libra
 Enough! Of bickering over the truth
 The aborigine and mortal fictions
 Listening to humans
 Talking about treason, (why?)
 Where ever we go
 "... And then, the author showed that your work amounted to nothing.
 You started crying, all the enthusiasm gathered from your rough imaginary ordeal lost.
 Shouting furiously at the author, you demanded a solution,
 An explanation to what's happened.
 Is this all just inside your mind?
 Is it reality?
 Or... is this just a whole different reality that you're living in?
 What is living anyway?
 Why are we wondering?
 What is wondering?
 What is what?
 The author drew a condescending smile as he closed his book..."
 The perfect circle pursuit
 Where death follows birth, Division of different beliefs
 And birth of another death, Claims of the inferior minds
 Such (a wretched) balance!