I insistently respect the words

I insistently respect the words I’m vibrating my skin and not everything. Like the convict importance of a robot, We'll just eat the bay later. Doloni, the language is old, the dust has become rusty. But don’t take anyone’s rubbish away from me. I no longer wield a pen, but a crowbar, Grizzling at the eternal firmament. The brimstone is already flaming with salt, The clink of the crowbar on the stone is mute... I don’t hesitate, because I feel the master’s voice The sounds of quiet insistent sounds. O you, holy blessed one! – Find the exterior stone for your home, From the one and only living Word, Not to bring peace, but to give life to everything!