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Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truthSnakes and graves and serpents and monumentsOf leaves and garden refuse spilling out like tigersat any chance of cloudburstAleph brought forward (?) the new ageAnd the ponies and unicorns felland the crystals and Celestine skull formedand the bug rites felland easy prophet sells tales of astral friendshipsin soaps and satansBut Aleph is adamAleph and adam stand on Docetic MountainThe women's faces are full of stars and mischief into the words of the bookAnd the lips of the cup And the trumpetsAnd the sealsand the candlesticks lighting the nervous to bedand your bed with seas and flowersand the nylon lion on your rugRoaring like a supermarketOn the rack and on its backI called the martyrs as witnessTo this piss poor messLetras de cancionesand the belief for the fly like from the mountainsIn curtains of eyesSniffing like foxes at countand singing humming:"Oh Microwave (Oh Microwave)Oh Galaxy Kill (Oh Galaxy Kill)"They have misled themselves, Caesar and christNo back, no face, covered in useless snowPraise for Christ and for Hekla (?)Under low VolcanoesSmothered by wheels and drowning in silicaYour beheaded heads quoting simian or JonahAnd the stars rain down, sparkling cold and bloodyI remember you and pray for you, all of youwho were, are, and shall be murdered by CaesarsAs the nations gather and fadedThe poor house ate grated houndsThe center, the chisel of the beastGuests of their own Farewell FeastAsha came to me in a dreamand in the wheel swirls the scarlet girl delivers pornography by the queenOnto my chest, I said I am alephI am Adam and I am under attack since eightI saw the bells and the jarsand the pale drains, empty wineUseless in the heathen (?)How great was the jungleThe dogs clutch headsCatch and cough our bullsChattering like streamsAs the stopwatch shutsThe moon, hot trot, foxtrotThe fane trapping fogs for dreamsSamaritan says oh just one wordAleph says, "This is the Bikini BlastEaster rabbit your conquers in the smallest (?)I saw the ghost train fake orgasms for the cliffsBeached children from the so muchoh so much, I wanted you nearThe cats, the scrambled dust, jitterbugstaking stock of its life From Letras Mania