With the sword of the sun, the shine

progresses,
do not break me down into pieces
with the shines of the sun,
taking off my masks and envy,
cutting off the lust of my body,
greening my flesh til it turns into virtual death.

my roots go deep into nature,
fish out whatever I can eat, venture
out into the darkness,
poison
the wells of my enemies, every drop
a sound til the fury of wrath.

help me to reach into the shutters,
not letting go
but taking off my soul to boost
the soul to breathe,
do not cut me off like nothing to be.

but let the breath of the soul wage wars
and soothe my soul to be,
whatever undertaking it be.