Here again, we kneel
Before the shrine of repetition
A silent prayer to the joys and pains
Of our idiocy
Ministries of a fragile symmetry
Between lunacy and solipsism
We have carefully prepared our final verdict
We've floundered again
And our mistakes were not for the better
So much that we begin to suspect
That nothing is
Forlorn multitudes
Consume the meanings
And wonder till the day our fathers
Will be buried underneath our feet
Here again, we kneel
Before the shrine of repetition
A silent prayer to the joys and pains
Of our idiocy
Yet we persist
Having renounced redemption
Walking barefoot on the broken glass
Of our long gone wishes
Washing off the weight of our childish fears
And our mistakes were not for the better
So much that we begin to suspect
That nothing is
In error we find the splendour
Of an ever-renewed beginning
Hymn of failure
May it guide you through doubt Irretrievable
Wear your wounds as a crown