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I read your book
And I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world
A little too well
And I didn't know
By giving my hand
That I would be written down, sliced around,
Passed down
Among strangers hands
Three days in Rome
Where do we go
I'll always remember
Three days in Rome
Never again
Would I see your face
You carry a pen and a paper
and no time and words you waste
You're a voyeur
The worst kind of thief
To take what happened
To write down everything that went on
Between you and me
Three days in Rome
And I stand alone
I'll always remember

Liquid, sticky messages
Stories that meander and trickle
Communiqués that cruise with no end
Whispers of slow ooze and drain
Reading takes you inside
Slow observant attention
Tracing plots uncovers
Layers of inner self
leads: Peter
A gush is an explosion
Slow trickle a description
Pulsing rhythm a sonnet
Steady rush like a novel
Veins are like lines
White parchment of the bones
Vessels of pages that collect
Meaning and truth and sense
leads: Mauser
It takes years to perfect
Comprehension and skill
Tender touch of the red
So elusive to capture
Ripped pages, lost meaning
Words trailing off into void
Cooling plot with no climax
No text is forever

(Blackie / Big Boss)
I turn over the yellowish pages
The parchment falls apart among my fingers
The mysterious prophesy I begin to read
Shall I comprehend the message SOMEONE had sent us?
When hours of Time come
And the Dark meets the Dark
When the Boy is blinded by sun
And the Girl turns to dust
When two Cups are filled
One is blue and other is purple
When the Old Man devoures the New - Born Child
And changes into the Flame - into the Flame....
When the midnight Hand grinds the Egg
Black Bird flies up onto the Tree
When Winds bring the Breath of Plague
And the Vulture strangles the Nightingale
And Zodiac falls into ashes
When Water starts rising up
And the Flame changes into Ice
When the Multi-arm Being appears - Being appears....
And Melek Taus sits down at her feet
When the Beauty swallows up the Ugliness
And the Pride is known as the Virtue
When the Sea Serpent wakes up
And brings the Gift to all people
Then you enter, oh, you Blind Creature,

The little boy sat lost in thoughts
Fishing in a puddle of oil
Smiling at the silverbirds
His legs fused with the soil
In seven years he didn`t move
Didn`t waste a thought to leave
Never spoke a word to anyone
Never gave try to flee
His mother`s laying next to him
Decayed for just a year
She died waiting for some fish to eat
He didn`t waste a tear
Page by page and word by word
Love and hatred, gold and dirt
A senseless try to save your life
When you are too tired to stay alive
He knows the name of every bird
That crossed his lifeline jet
And speaks to them without a word
But they have never spoken back
In a small black case beneath his side
He has an old and precious book
It`s buried in the burning sand
Not to be read even if he could
A book `bout thoughts and how to talk to birds
About the way to be solved from the soil
And includes some practical words about
Fishing in a puddle of oil

This man is at the door of hell... somehow it seems to be his destination after a life of subtle stubbornness. he doesn't expect to find himself waking up out of a dream... he doesn't expect to pi
Imself and wake up and that kind of thing... in fact, the thought of that happening makes him smile. he's just mildly surprised to find himself there at the door of hell.
To all accounts, the kindly old man who is the doorman (and who conceivably reminds him of his father) is sat reading a book... but he gets up smartly and without time for either of them to feel
They're standing on ceremony says, "hold my book for a minute, would you, while I get the door open!" (presumably, you know, you need two hands to open the door.) for some reason the o
N doesn't just put his book down on the chair
It all happens quite quickly... he finds that he's made a decision and is already holding the old man's book... as just about anybody else would have, but it seems a bit curious because... in howev
All a way you like to consider it... it is as if he's helping himself enter hell... the path of least resistance. of course, at the same time he suddenly thinks.even as he finally grips the book.
Ot; this is my chance for a reprieve... the final test... the straw which will tip the good deeds over the bad."

Legendary has been written by the dark ones
The traduction of the collection of the dead
This book served as a passage way
To the evil world beyond
Ride the path
Overcome the truth
Tell the words
Ex-Mortes
It was done long ago
As the seas were red of blood
This blood was used to write the book
Now lost in this frightening thought
I'm standing here in this cave
A collection of skin pages lies on the sand
Containing secrets
A vision from the past
Some erudites hands in hands
Circle is now done
Adjusted to parallel lights
Ride the path
Overcome the truth
Tell the words
Ex-Mortes
A strange and strong smell are informing my soul
Of something old or ghost's presence
Now lost in this frightening thought
I'm standing here in this cave
A collection of skin pages lies on the sand

There's a book that my Mother gave me.
That I read when the long day is through.
And the stories of old.
In leaves edged with gold.
Guide me whatever I do.
For I know in its worn old pages.
I shall find peace of mind when I look.
And the wisdom of all the ages.
Will be there in my Mother's book
For I know in its worn old pages.
I shall find peace of mind when I look.
And the wisdom of all the ages.

“Indeed God will shatter the heads of his enemies…
blessed be God”
Psalms 68:21
Behold the acts of God
The master of the sword
He allows He forbids
He avenges He forgives
Beware the wrath of God
The lord of the worlds
He'll annihilate you all
If you change his words
“You must destroy all the people whom the Lord your God
is about to deliver over to you; you must not pity
them”
Deuteronomy: 7:16
“Understand today that the Lord your God who goes
before you is a devouring fire”
Deuteronomy: 9:3
“I will exact great vengeance upon them and angrily
punish them”
Deuteronomy: 25:17
“It is a terrifying thing to fall into the hands of the
living God”
Hebrews: 10:31
“I WILL DESTROY YOU!!; then you will know that I am the
Lord.'"
Ezekiel : 25:7
"Destroy everything that they have. Don't spare them.
Put them to death man, woman, child, infant, ox, sheep,
camel, and donkey alike."
Samuel 1: 15:3
We are the slaves of God
The wise and the guard
We whip the flesh
We spill the blood
These are the works of God
The sole and the lord
He'll baptize you in fire
And the Holy Ghost
We rule by The Book
With a chain and a hook
We stone and maim
All for His name
“I testify to the one who hears the words of the
prophecy contained in this book: If anyone adds to
them, God will add to him the plagues described in this
book. And if anyone takes away from the words of this
book of prophecy, God will take away his share in the
tree of life and in the holy city that are described in
this book.”