New try to catch full breath
While heart by stone encumbered
Existence's anguish burns
And vital force reduced to dust
Guilt implanted
Projected thoughts
But other than one's mind
They feed upon your weakness
They grow upon your troth

Those of pure overwill
Are always first [bad word] Refined intention's spear
In dimness lurks that sleepless plague
Eyes of serpents
Intently fixed on genuine one's kind
They catalyse your fear
They aim straight in your soul