The purest heart is rebellious, deviant and belle
It likes to fathom feelings, incite passion and rebel
The song of Love is perceptible beneath Devil's knell
Who in the florid forest of our spirits hides and fells
Losing illusionary sheen of the rankest myths
I'm shown the ***** devil as conspiring kith
And as for me? I'm Eve, Lilith
Out of Eden I struggling drift
Eyes full of darkness will be blessed by light
That against the grain of evil puts up fiercest fight
Giving to buried messengers the feeling of renewed flight
Gifting them with the joy of feasting on eternal delight
The anarchy of spirit goes against the authorities
Of the spirit, who think of nothing but their own majesty
For having been in their charming vicinity
I have yet been viciously denied the truth of my own divinity
Still existence is my song and dance
In Love I am in joyful trance
It is a magic happenstance
That my visions flourished, and broke your lance