Round billion, fight!

Inside me this morning, birds overhead, every nation went to war

Inside, vie many nations mine, in battle lived and died, to find my soul

Poison bullet was there, shade said you’re gay are you? From shadows, arose

My death, found my fights purpose there, instead, found my soul there,

Then, like a miracle, the birds overhead entered the Great Spirit, all at once,

Was peace said, everywhere, and I, to live, fight, die, poetic, without you

Is mere shadows in fields of nothingness, for you’ve become, to live, fight, die,

For, my soul’s one eye, Love, g, Duende, Great Spirit, my miracle my battle,

Surrender in your arms, on your green pillow, finally find your love, my peace