I gonna hear your sweet-roar,
Because I I am a willy male.
An I have dressed a bear-coat
To write you this e-mail.

But what's the fuck&
And what I'm doing?
I want to kill Jesus!
He is your friend,
But you're my darling.
And fuck Jesus! Just I'm a poet!
It's horribe you don't it.

He is my older imitator,
I've brought for you his head
    for your friendship,
Because I'm living to write, to win, to death.

lonelyforest