Et Tu, Timor?
I made it clear
I made it fast and hard
I made it true
Give it away to the nearest sea
Drop it in the depths of the forest
It longs for nourishment; It pines for thirst
insatiable contradiction
irreconcilable prudent predication
the pause of all perdition
come now the vast halls of the so called wise
teach the ways to thirst without ceasing
the ways to hunger with greater pains in my depths
The earth will sing of your betrayal
The Brutus of Hope
