From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...

Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...

You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...

They looked down upon him in dirt in derision.
They never saw him they saw themselves...

Bonfire is florid.
Sun is bright inside the woods...