Awake, sleeping king, awake
awake to the harmonious cries
and answer thyself and me.
Awake, oh lord of the house, awake
and embellish the proof of my existence
for the belief seems to me, now long dead!
Awake! Oh! sovereign of thy majestic world
or can't thee listen to these shouts
It is me, the one who dwells in your gifted shell
Rise, and heed to cries of a chastised being
Long have you played your harp and lute
Stop the music and take note of the shouts
I am your burnt soul, Jack
succumbing to its wounds
would you not hear my sounds!
Can you not hear, or you wish not to?
The walls are closing in on me, Jack
Jack! this is not silly murmur, it is me.
Move out of your worldly joyance
and hear the rhythmic thoughts of my destruction!
I collapse now, stretching my limbs in the noon
while you cherish the fake moon
I depart now, on a journey not mine
while you sleep surrounded by the animated nature.
I depart.
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