Dear Siren, the more I stay in your territory, the more I touch something 

undefined. Something of the edge. The edge of my being.

You and Time, 

unlike any other wine

Fragment after fragment, 

your Soul moves as a conjunction. 

Unpredictable transformation,

hardcore combination

To become a great artist, 

become a transcending work of art.

Insatiable veins,

existential re-perfection

Do you have what it takes 

to see the falling Angels in yourself?

Not-yet-reborn Gods, 

not-yet-existing Tomorrow