Gehenne - Pt. 3

Bolivia
No queda más aire
¿Cuantos quedan y cuantos son
Los que se fueron?

"Praised be the unfolded
Inside petal of flesh of tend'rest thought

Petrels on the follying
Wave-valleys idly sing themselves asleep
Praised be delusion, the ripple
Praised be the Holy Ocean of Eternity.
Praised be I, writing
Dead already and dead again
Dipped in acid inkl the flam'd of Tim
The Anglo Oglo Saxon Maneuvers of Old Poet-o's

Praised be wood, it is milk
Praised be Honey at the Source
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep
The valor of angels in valleys of Hell on Earth below
Praised be the Non-ending
Praised be the lights of Earth-man
Praised be the watchers."

An opened face on the rock
Lunar rocks
Falling from the sky
The tearing of a dry eye

One-eyed animal
Few crumbs of yesterday
On the to his tongue
Smells the semen in your hair

Your eye is pale and white
It contains all the misery of this place
Road finally opens
And this blindfolded man
Which cut the veins
And the moon says
"Are they enough?
And how many are they?"

"Are they enough?
And how many are they?"
Me too, I strip their inside skull
Until the roof
When the rain screams
"Are they enough?
And how many are they?
How many are they?"

He still in here watching over your eyes
Buried he's still in here
Behind those glasses
In which you look for yourself
What did you dream about?
Approaching to the dream of dead

He's still in here watching over your eyes
He's still in here watching over your eyes

Am I your face?
Am I your blood?
Am I your veins?
Am I your memory now?

Please tell me what I am now
Please tell me what I am
How many are they now?
If this the haze all over their heads?



Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Jessua
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