Face of born is flaying down to depths 

Spiral feeds fire of sun 

Gods float by oceans of worlds 

Nakedness of staining is palting the heavenly



Hard touches by words of rebellion 

Circles are hold into cosmic vibrations 

Brown past scatters the flames 

Bosom of earth receives combined passions



Myths are circling in a curve of light 

White flowers were beat by animalness of doms 

Fruits of spirit of grace drifts 

Lightly filler, space of flame EO