Baalstorm! Baalstorm!

Meanwhile the flowers

Choked under the ash of the stars

My mother, the train

The sound of the dead

BAALSTORM

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Sarah Deep Tree!

Hears (I heard) the (Italian) cockoo sing

She alone perfect(issima)

Just her and me shaking and:

Jeanne d'Arc, parfaite

Was inside her

She saw the flames in her mane

Heard her name, "the most important dream"

Bowered with figs and dates and

The flowers on fire

The French flamme

"Beauties for the Beast

(is) full of grace, don't you think?"

(Eye/Eye/Eye)

"I would love to talk to you about, oh, everything!"

And the "(Then) I remember our days in Roma

Remember all our words"

So what were your dreams

Whilst you sat in your womb

Uncreated children saw BaalStorm

Your voice over clouds

Crackling blue Murders

The Moon (was) full of fire

And you when I left

I though of you (as) the arc

(or) archon

Preyed over the Hills and (XXX) Rome's breasts

Well: to speak Coptic red to the

Beautifulhosts in the deserts

But left nothing to space?

The yard is full, piled to no room

Here at your inn

And your voice was high

Full of longing

And I was (the) UrNight (crease?)

Singing machines world creak

Slowly the bird is lost singsongbird at the scene

Of the final spool

Onn the sea ohh the night tight

[XXX] As the Noose

Set loose galaxies as BaalStorm

The stars filled with milk

Crush the faces of peace

And the lovely church full of fomr

With loss

(COPTIC TEXT)

But the face

The murdered burden (COPTIC)

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Metallc tasta (of the) metal (face?)

The head below horns

(or) face ppeks Barbie pink

Rain(s) on the heads

The masks on the (beads) (XXX)

Breedsteeth (or)

(COPTIC)

The years draw by

XXX

So set at Aeon

Set at Aeon

Rearise as the clocks (sticks) sings

Clicks sick time to

The honeysuckle rose

Goes as it rows

The bark sailed by

The flower fields

In (and) you were faint

As the honeysuckle rose

At the arch wall

There was void

And I dreamed to teach

The worns to sing

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I struggled at night

(into the morning)

Sick with dreams

Of storms and vowels

Pour(ing)ed (mud) into old friends

Faces, (???), faces

To me at the wall

In night

Or easier earlier I saw

Columns of red

Mesh floods (blood)

Over me