گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Those statues of flesh I manipulate
are turning sings of confusion,
are by themselves a carrier of pain.
As much I spread them as much
I sight them...they smile to me,
As light of abnormal intuition,
true to thy faith, master of cruel
Name many time spoken, never
understood, always seen...never
heard,
Disemboweled and shared.
