Kamikaze (divine wind)

Oh, perch of the power of god

will the rage that you’d do.

Oh! Master of the divine furore…

Oh Warner of the evils aboard.

Oh, life of the putrid plenty,

rotten by the smell of the serpent scent.

Oh breath that plumped the plenty

On lord- to prove god’s testament…

Oh, kinder of the gusty gale,

killer of the strings the hang venomed.

Oh! One that rosed the dying pale,

On fell of the string that hung benumbed.

Oh will of the mould, moulding all

Oh revolver of this blasphemous ball

Oh one that rolled the darkest fall

Oh one that blows me to his call.

The pain of pleasure

Of all great feasts unrealmed,

behold more than those beheld,

of all the works broken free

work the worlds to your dreams.

Oh! Fuse paradise within the bounties,

where all good are made entities

play the part in pleasure’s stage,

as dimes divine blow sweet rage.

Sweeten the soul, uncage kind, it-

Seeks supreme of all fine fit

Enjoy deep, essenced mighty all

get higher and high to have a fatal fall.

Fall into pleasured, broken creeks

and heed to every sweet shriek.

But hear ye, one one-hearted

falling into all sins unearthed.

Sleep still not, awaken to the sun,

for sleep has pleasured all in turn.

The sun has to lighten a bleaker day

to burn the waters I need to pay.

Wake up from the intoxic sleep,

from all fine left to sweep,

do not pay more to be mundane

these little joys makes one insane.

Oh pained! I see the ended roads

untaking hearts devoid of mighty loads.

All pleasures walk down, and down

and leave all the souls to drown.

Be soon tired of joy,

outcast the, joyous wicked play.

Paradise is here to lure the hell

Laughing at the sunken who just fell.