I bleed holy

My pen , breath holy holy ,

My ink shout mimo mimo,

My blank pages shout jesu kristi .

My breath dance in holy steps ,

My legs are shaken by the fire ,

I can't seem to stand.

My eyes sees nothing but clouds,

My mouth is shut,

My words are like fire.

My nose breath in coal ,

And breath out holy flames ,

My breath is fire.

My hand are yet free from him.

He holds them like my inner though ,

Giving me instructions.

My ears are filled with unknown words,

My ears burns with words,

Ready to be shared to it's receiver.

My legs seem to move ,

But a step at a time, as though I'm climbing a ladder 

My stomach gamble 

It's on fire, 

I have been feed the with holy food.

 my mouth brings out fire

Then the sound of mimọ comes ,

Olurun, Jésù, olurun Mósè. 

My eyes brings out tears ,

I no longer feel the world ,

I'm as though a living dead .

My heart ponder 

The sound of music Increase the Fire 

The talking drum is not spared.

Oh this mighty feeling !

Where are you leading me?

When am I returning?