God bears no name  

When I used to search for ghostwords,

I believed each entity is sentient.

The astrologer never helped me to find it,

He was afraid that ventriloquist might steal it.

The astrologer could hear the songs without his ears.

 

Learn the ghostword you must to manipulate it,

And unlearn it to use it again.

The messenger of the ghostword will never arrive,

Cause your deception calls the young birds.

Trees roam free over the burning seas.

 

Numbers of shadows keep rising

Immortal stays the body of Arizel,

In the puppeteer’s blood she dwells.

The unknown power hit me,

When I waited for Arizel on my asylum’s stairs

.

The trees will always be the newborns

Some of them turning into skies

The river will not stay oblivious

I pray it will eventually start giving shelter,

To them who bring back their possessions.

 

The skies were the infants,

By newborns they will always be summoned,

The evening bells have now started to chime,

The gallows rust by the morning light

The new day invokes a nostalgic life.

 

If the latch on the toolshed happen to open

The age of confluence will arrive again

With force much stronger,

The ghostword couldn’t be used again.

The prophesier would lose its powers.

 

Now you know,

It was the puppeteer who bred what you sing

The skies will be watching you all forever

The river will accept your ordure

The god bears no name in our brave new world.

 

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