A poem of NGE - Chapter 1

In the pitch-black of the night,

I caress her soft white skin,

In the beach of sea,

Water’s halo shines like silver in the dim cresent moons light,

Which enhance her slender hips,

I sway before this unrealistic sight,

And I press my fingers against her throat.

Her red hair curled against the ground,

Red entry-plug suit,

That outline her body,

Nearly as red as the sea below her feet.

I feel her pulsing heart from her veins,

And my grip tightens,

Last members of Lilith’s offsprings,

At the edge of the Dead Sea .

Thousands upon thousands of lifes lost,

As IT begun,

All mind’s combined,

Free from pain,

From misery,

And  merged as LCL,

Just a big sea of everyones souls,

The death,

Which isn’t death,

Human Instrumentality Project.

Tears of grief flow to her cleavage,

As the fingers tighten their grip,

A slender young maiden,

Soon facing the true death.

I feel her hand at my check,

My eyes stay closed,

“Disgusting”,

And my grip releases.

On the shores of human lifes,

Adam and Eva have born again…