Incurable impotence of mind
Impertinence disgust and blind
If I can understand
He's the light and the darkness
He's the senseless and full of sense
We will never comprehend
Beyond all this distaste
Beyond all this dismay
Beyond all this disdain
Beyond all this death
It's the riddle we'll never solve
And can't stop thinking about it
It exists to itself
To disturb us and to amaze
Through convictions, our enemies of truth.
