Abstract tears to the ground Soft years of melancholy A draft of inner advice To welcome the strangers neighbor A vast, swift talk of romance and despair A bellboy's journey through the eight limbs of Yoga An efficient success of lost ego and body Flannel flirtation, a chasm of childish obedience And I can see you all, for this is without blur Glorious destruction Glorious creation Grimly folds with luminous elegance Winged between the corroded amber I scent a fragrance from the past Bright as death, it came soaring towards me Something's missing and I don't know what it is Forlon satisfaction, admitting the selfish seal And the serpent's steel Directly from the ocean of flowers Visual contact, planet B8----18 Sonar disturbance Asmodeus comes with terror In spontaneous air corridors All for the phantom to inhale For today is forever And the world grew without form And for those who planted their seeds of Reliant vulnerability Chakra Nadmara, I wish I was as fresh as you Find your way, the "asphyx" teaches Rumble, dismay, a chronicle of the samurai Oh you are crystalline, I say, you are made of pain For only suffering can create such beauty And only suffering can wipe out your tears I remember I ate of the tree And hence of the wisdom of which we may speak of The tedious ones are those who attends the mask of Which they seek I open up for the flavor of starvation There is absolutely no one there, And "his" is for sure, as we grasp to reach the light Slowly to mosey I'll drag you by your horns For with a whirling emblem cracking the dawn, I face the goat at sunrise