The abyss seemed cut
I could see it and name it
It remained known to me
Hence it up to the depth I saw
Remained no abyss.

The perception would always remain mine
The search would end in me
The road would always be lighted
If I walk or stop
If I walk I would own it
If I stop I would call it my freedom

Let then be done more
If abyss be recognized
Then it shall be cut
To build temples of work
Each to it's own can build
It's own god.