Clenched by the enigma, the claws digging deeper in my flesh…I ask you…the master of perfection to voice my unanswered questions…the product of the unsolved maze.
Let us talk…It has been a long time
Or you want to deny and flee to your comforts
Let us speak….about your creation…your puny spine erect, yet crawling beauties… shrouded but yet masterpieces.
Let us speak…about fuck…don’t you know its amazing…and let our eyes meet when we speak….that’s your greatest blessing….
And let us speak about sperms…oh yes… capability of our own creation as we flush it every day in the drain
Let us speak about hymns…and let us walk hand in hand in the dark alleys of the brothel
Let us drink wine and speak about the elixir of life
Let us speak about serene beauty and let us speak about heaving breasts

My prophet….Almitra questions you…do not flee