The tower of Babel | wersja ostateczna

Moor, sealed door, sentence
That awakes to iron words
Where’s the limit, the trick?

Fierce tower
a cruel challenge
gardens, lakes, flowers,

stairs that reach unto heaven
that do not reach the breast
devour the night

for a day of sole light
crosses, overlap,
do not bring to the summit

but to the intention.
There’s no heaven to conquer
neither Cain nor Abel
to be divided

Tower fierce tower
with your sealed door
your tied tongue
condemned to speak just one word.
to use a same sword.
to pray a sole god.