IT''S  AN  ILLUSION:  MISSED  DISTRIBUTION,
BUT  THE  EMOTON  IS  REAL  THE  WAY  I  FEEL,
RUE  BREY  IS  THE  SAME:  LADIES  MAKING  GAIN,
THERE'S  A  PYRAMID  NOW - MR. PEI  WONDERS
HOW  THE  LOCALS  THINK - THEY  DON'T  LIKE  IT,
TAKEN  IT 'DOWN'  BIT  BY  BIT. OH, WELL,
THE  LOUVRE  WAS  DIFFICULT  TO  IMPROVE;
SACRE' COUR  WAS  A  BLUR  IN  THE  RAIN,
BUT  GOOD  TO  BE  BACK  IN  MOMARTRE'  AGAIN,
THE  STUDIO  ETOILE  ROOM  HAD  A  LARGE  BED,
WITH  A  DIP  IN  THE  MIDDLE,  A  VIEW OF
THE  ARC  DE  TR'IOMPHE  FROM  A  BALCONY,
WHICH  WE  LOOKED  AT  EVENTUALLY,  THE  NAME
OF  THE  UNKNOWN  SOLDIER  REMAINS  A  MYSTERY.

The Brahman trampled by
I thought she’d surely die
But up from salted sands
A wild rose there stands

Cloud of dust at dusk
Horns and hides of rust
Brey and sprint and ******
Stampede in breach of trust

She stood before them tall
Her will to still them all
I saw her stand, and fall
Amid their hooves, ragdoll

I thought her gone; undone
An angel death had won

Then up from salted sands
My wild rose then stands
She grins, and slaps her hands
And chases down her brands

i saw you again
there, far away
on the path of pain
i heard only a brey

i saw you again, atleast thought I
the picture of you, that only remain.
i miss you, but time goes by
i dont know if its you or the Pain.

my mind's empty and feelings gone dull
seems like i never knew
got used to it, my mind is now full
my living, dying and trying... is all for you