journey to the domican gem (the meeting)

the journey of my story seemed a journey forwards in time, towards the place where i truly be longed... 15 sept 2004

The lady scourge the heart of man
bringing the saggy worthless body
to wail from pain and disdain
but will rise again & inflict the same

Blood that drips from thy lips
relishing the thirst for hundred years
innocent preys are my grace
to weigh my love, i long to touch

Hail the breath of life
flow the unseen element
cover me by your sacredness for i am eyeofv
the promise to clean the devils dung in seven days.