And the man whose fate is though pork smudge narrow entity as for the gods cold embrace resembles a
red dress deity unto flesh such faith bleeds the universe there´s no price or even a fight for some
mercy in the end and how I´m disgraced living in this bitter land I thought I could try my amends
here so small within sand swirls from the desert sarah marriage with lusitanian olive trees so the
man is just a man...