The word grows mad on the ferment Of angry actions, the authorities can only inflict Visible punishments. Now regard with the unpracticed Inner eye the unseen presence of Judgement then You will understand the nature of your soul's torment
You erased my famine, unpicked my anger Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart; Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
