bite me dog;
bite just my sense
for I am
for not you think else
bite than I'm your enemy

talk to me dad;
for not I'm your son.
shoot off me dad;
take me through my miseries

become eight the G8
tongue is bloddy...

it's not on the crucifix anymore
supernal blood from vine,
useless for desert.
seven dry tongue
not remember
how it's adhere to palate

hear me;