In The Garden I Will Die. In

Pero Yo Ya No Soy Yo Ni Mi Casa Es Ya Mi Casa. But Now I Am No Longer I, Nor Is My House Any Longer My House.

I Put My Head Out Of My Window And See How Much The Wind’s Knife Wants To Slice It Off. On This Unseen Guillotine, I’ve Placed The Eyeless Head Of All My Desires.

Death Laid Its Eggs In The Wound

The Day Hunger Disappears, The World Will See The Greatest Spiritual Explosion Humanity Has Ever Seen.

Moon Like A Large Stainedglass Window That Breaks On The Ocean.