When the body wishes to speak,
She will reach down into dawn, and pull back..
The rapture of this growing root of evil,
Which has little hope in the prosperity of ones seed.
Knowing he offspring of the root is proclaimed to evil.
No man can claim.
Cept' knowing one only by the bulb of whoms feet and the span of whoms bones.
If knowing none at all,
No man can claim, the seed of change.
Grown from the roots of mishaps and omissions.
No man can say,
When the body wishes to respond..
No man will pray.
When the rapture of the root is long discarded.
What man will stay ?
When the body goes down ..
What parts shall remain ?
When her fondness finally weakens,
Who will take its place ?
When the body condenses the book,
What benediction shall be prayed ?