Sweet Maria, she's my passion:
jet black eyes and face all ashen.
She lures me with her scarlet lips,
and tempts me with her hourglass hips.

My Maria, she's a stunner.
Beautiful, like Eva Brunner.
Skin as soft as alabaster:
makes my heart beat faster, faster!

Poor Maria, told me, shedding
tears, that there would be no wedding.
Apparently, she loves another:
my, brainless, obtuse, older brother!

I felt you drift away
as the tethers slipped,
I knew I'd be alone
ties that bound were clipped

I always knew that day
would eventually come around,
I know that it's a wonder
I couldn't hear an earthly sound

I watched as your chest fell
you took that final gasp,
and all around was silent
as your body I'd enclasped

As I held on for a dear life
I didn't know up from down,
knowing I had to say goodbye
the tears I shed would drown

Imagine Buddha with a gun.
Imagine Christ with an Uzi.
Imagine a prophet smoking crack.
Imagine a saint paying a whore.

Now imagine that within your heart there lies both divinity and murder.

Within your soul there is a song that is both a melody akin to a gentle rain fall but also the cry of suffering when a mother has lost her son.

And now go dance your dance sweet tyrant.

And move your tired limbs with as much grace as possible.

Her dark hair covers her face,
as if to hide her insecurities.
The black boots which bless her feet;
she walks with dignity and grace.
Despite the fiery hells that she has endured,
with her charred dress and burning skin,
the soil blooms before her among the earth...
As if a divine.
The tears that fall from her pale face,
grazes my skin as she embraces me
and I feel I have entered the eternal life.