In my dreams, no my nightmares; in the sea hate with the absence of fate. Blind eyes crying with blood, like a vomit extinguishing my flammy repulsion. Hold the broken flask filled with a sexual organ's liquid, Boiling tender, arises hunger, reminds my temper. Then submerged fantasies unheard come close to my mind; Undoubted sophism but real necrophylism. An ache begins inside, Spreads through all veins caused by the zephyr of damantion, Yielding a substantial anger, Makes me loose my will then o visual dream appears, A pretty child is smiling to me. Being defeated in these meanningless morbid dimensions, Vaccinating blood, bestial bellow, mouldy saw. Realization of what; The inflamation inside gets bigger With an increasing acceleration which is a varacious manner of torture. Displeased demands of a morbid mind Are never satisfied with an unsaturated solition of a child's cerebraliquid and his foetusfull urine. Turn the skin inside out, Lick the vein veiled with blood. Button up his torn body with a rusty needle, Vibarate the slender body, Attach the penis inside the diseased porsions Then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well. Make it pour, taste its sour...