Hot born
Tastes in the mouth
Burns the tongue
Wildness of pain
Frenzy lust
Frenzy
Breaks the inside
Burns fever
Ropes you
Quarter
Dirty short
Spur
Grates the side
Deep to the surface
Whip
Rolls the skin
A little
Toivo kesii
I have walked up the seven paths
Looked down to the root of pain
I have opened the spaces of hate lust
I have seen the coat of fear over you
A feeling is born
Waiting hard
A feeling is born
Waiting point

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