Only an angel can feed. On ashes and ovaries. Blame the pagans and saints. They are one. . War, wisdom and rhyme. The peach and the rattlesnake. . We are grave.
The steel that sleeps the eye. Needs nor tax nor toll. The kings with men might lie. Swollen and haloed. . Her sweetest skin burns. . Now I've buried all the gold beneath my hide.
Steel that sleeps with the morningstar. Would that I could sin once more. [(Steel that sleeps the eye)]. . Blades will sing over stone and field. That their song might grace our fall.
I took my black teeth down to the sea. Brother of mine. I washed myself in your steely gaze. . We read your name o'er jaguar hide. Brother of mine. You saw terminus and bruised your knees.