In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong,
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs...
Yo, tell me your desires, let me be the page,
Where you write your dreams, every want and rage...
Love u I do
Through love I remain close to u...
You are my anchor
You keep me from going adrift...
Walking on dead leaves covering the grass
to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding...
The doubters will cross the coals
after the raid...
The hawk was always hatching
a pacer...
This politics of poverty
erupts again...
Tousling the opulence was
not modesty...
Hauled up
the breast suture...
Lips of clay tend to bleed
my kisses...
I don't want to lose you
I don't want to be far from you...