I will cure you with my tongue

Like an engraved crack in the rock

o are the scares of the afflicted

Thrusting like a hungry tree roots

is the poison of the inflictor and his seed

History is living by the afflicted

for it is not history yet

give me your blindness and i will cure you

with my tongue

give me your blindness so my blaxing red flesh

don't blind your sight

so it does not corrupt your learning

for your illusion has become pathological

and you are lost

heed my language for it has in them a cure for

your illusion and imagination

your illness has stopped you from knowing yourself

heed my language so i cure you from the illusion breastfeed

from your forefathers for i bring knowledge