The blazing light
Cutting scarlet lines on my eyes
The baton
Paints
And paints
Blue and green pattern
On the canvas of my skin
Enough
The craze for water and rest
Weak is my spirit
As well as my body
Will sign anything to meet your will
They took us kneeling by the muddy river bank
Sky
Colorful before dawn
I can feel the sudden blow behind my skull
I can hear the birds singing and the roaring thunder
I can taste the sweet and salty fluids coming down my face
I can see the shining dewdrops of the green grass as they come
Crushing down to meet me
