The Eyestone

From “The Last Land” From a burning hell my shell broke free and with it The parade of vanished angels moving in group Along the edge of the enormous Galaxies and all of them started to sing: I'm the sexier from a given day you will hate I'm the uglier from a given day you will kill I'm the plotter from a given day you will need I'm the freakier from a given day you will love. So under the obscure curvaceous paths Where I am unfinished like a beast I am everywhere and if you do not believe me Go, go, go to the hottest valley And take underneath of any rocks The virgin snake and squeeze her to death You shall see me dancing with the night. Could you feel then the strange sensation of the emptiness? Could you feel the warm blood running heavily through your large fingernails and Palms? Do you like it? Do you feel it? Do you believe me now that I am a dangerous animal? Do you, Idiot? Do you, my lovely one? Well, welcome to hell, my dear listeners! Welcome to the same ghostly hour Because there are few men who like it and who love it... Just a few of them, my dear hawk! Now you will see you are going to vanish Into your own veins the sweetness of this fleshing Explosion that your mind, like a rebirth circle, alone against The black wall of neither your own desire nor the limitless Thoughts of being your haymaker and the final deliver, It will make you to see a *****angel You are the strong and the sick and the unique. And again the sound of Evil rebounds freely: I'm the sexier from a given day you will hate I'm the uglier from a given day you will kill I'm the plotter from a given day you will need I'm the freakier from a given day you will love.