Two alone in sack of skin
Playing the role of slave master of war
That is my lot
Separated but still united
Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh
That is my hell
Penitent rebel
Riding the ether or groveling in the mud
I know how little is the value of that which has a price
RebellionInstinct is not the path of man
RebellionRenunciation is not divine way
Two alone in sack of skin
Playing the role of slave master of war
That is my lot
Separated but still united
Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh
Captured and torture, 
I don't want this, 
I want to leave
How can one go when one has already arrived?
Flight is an illusion and even triumph is bitter
When only the battle is counted
I know how little is the value of that which has a price
RebellionInstinct is not the path for man
RebellionRenunciation is not the divine way
Rebellion