Blending through the figure with a mind that aches from the blistering pains. Breathing with the relentless pain that ties itself to my veins and leaps at the call of my name. I will arrive down this East with my-

  BOLA

  My darling has called, but isn't he in my front. Isn't he who I run to?

  BOLA

  The flames has risen and the crows have flew to cover the skies. The path has fallen.

  Tumbling, crashing, wrecking. These flames have risen.

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  BOLA!

  "Ati de!"

  BOLA!

  19.1.07

  -

  I will arrive 19.02.07

  If you believe in something

  Cause it sounds right

  Twisted and swayed

  By those cunning-

  They'll call you Bola when they've awoken

  From their boredom

  They'll call you invoking you to come home

  The spirit that you hold onto is not yours,

  Darling.

  I ASK AGAIN. Won't you run ahead?