The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence. The wrecked dominion of vanity. Realm of martyrs granted to us as a precious virtue. Disorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance. To hand them clearest evidence. And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence in a mournful verses astray reality. Unable to release from cruciating love. Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery to submit the streams of woe.