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a trumpet blast from the mountaintopas the man in robes descended upon my mother's house.speaking a tongue, i thought it was my father's...it was not.he handed me a box made of stoneinside a bug, made of wood.and, as per his instructions,i put it in my mouth.however, once there,i found it crawled its waydeep inside my eyeball.i reached in with my hand to retrieve it,but once there i found i required a branch,or a stick, or a hand of wood to retrieve such a wooden bug.my hand, made of flesh, was useless for such a task.and so, i retreated to the mountains,the land of my father,with the bug stuck so deep inside my eyei could not seeand my hand stuck so deep inside my throati could not speakthere, blind and hungry,i pondering the wrongs done to meby the man in robes.he had tricked me,but this would not be the end of my story.Letras de cancionesand so, with my return,i had learned that for every entrance,an exitfor every birth,a death.the man in robes had unjustly entered my life,and so he would exit it.(don't blame the seaif you can't find the seashore)i walked... From Letras Mania