That ascetic is stalking me
From dream to reality
From reality to dream
To run is an explosive event
Still you can control it, if you stand still
But
All the watchmen are sleeping
The temple has an infinite space
The moment was weak
And god is dead
If you stand he will ****** all your hairs out
And you start falling in abyss
Just an hour before annihilation
You'll stop
That ascetic will love you as a friend now
But he is a spectator only
(you can call him an emperor of a surreal, by the way)
You can peek into continuity if you stand on his shoulders
There is no turning back
Fetus can not be dissolved in the ****** like that
Birth is an explosive event indeed
You come out with a heinous sound
It is annihilation, god must come back to life
That's what is in the book
Infinite space is spread around
Time is sleeping
And here is me
Just now conceived.