12 And Adam said: The woman, whom thou
gavest me to be my companion, gave me of the
tree, and I did eat.

13 And the Lord God said to the woman: Why
hast thou done this? And she answered: The
serpent deceived me, and I did eat.

An organism that lives on or in a different kind of organism (host) and feeds off the latter.

The parasite without its host usually dies. Because of its way of survival, the parasite undergoes drastic alterations (e.g.: disappearance of motor, sensory and other organs; enlargement of genital organs, creation of adhesive organs) resulting in irreversible specialization-mutation.

“Whom are you looking for, Beloved? Why do you gaze behind you? Only we two remain in the world.
I kiss the five wounds on your feet, your hands, your heart. What joy this is, what a Passover! The whole world has been resurrected! Come.”

“Where? Give me your hand; lead me. I trust you.”

Your face, marked with ugliness.
A taste of blood on the street of a devastated voice.
At that place, where the hands reach toward the sky, bent legs on the ground.

Going in a circle, bloody debris to be seen.
Borrows clothes. Shows, Rips.

He who comes across as two, has one fear.
Full of tramps, always a beggar, he denies the only
  
How much I would like the capability of parabole.
Of fraud, of forgetfulness, of memory.

Je te done ces vers afin que si mon nom
Aborde heureusement aux époques lointainees,
Et fait rêver un soir les cervelles humaines,
Vaisseay favorisé par un grande aquilon,

Ta mémoire, pareille aux fables incertaines,
Fatigue le lecteur ainsi qu’un tympanon,
Et par un fraternal et mystique chaînon
Reste comme pendue â mes rimes hautaines;

Today my father stopped by, his hands were black.
He was working nearby. I lent him some money and if i had more, i would give him that as well.
What is it that keeps him going?

I hadn't seen him for two weeks and i was learning about him from my mother. 

"How are you? Are you ok? How's work?"
"Fine, tell me about you."
"Me… I am being tormented like Christ."

وَاللَّهُ خَلَقَكُمْ مِنْ تُرَابٍ ثُمَّ مِنْ نُطْفَةٍ ثُمَّ جَعَلَكُمْ

أَزْوَاجًا ۚ وَمَا تَحْمِلُ مِنْ أُنْثَىٰ وَلَا تَضَعُ إِلَّا بِعِلْمِه ۚ

وَمَا يُعَمَّرُ مِنْ مُعَمَّرٍ وَلَا يُنْقَصُ مِنْ عُمُرِهِ

 إِلَّا فِي كِتَابٍ ۚ إِنَّ ذَٰلِكَ عَلَى اللَّهِ يَسِيرٌ {11}

وَهُوَ الَّذِي خَلَقَ اللَّيْلَ وَالنَّهَارَوَ

الشَّمْسَ وَالْقَمَرَ ۖ كُلٌّ فِي فَلَكٍ يَسْبَحُونَ {33}

وَمَا جَعَلْنَا لِبَشَرٍ مِنْ قَبْلِكَ الْخُلْدَ ۖ أَفَإِنْ مِتَّ

فَهُمُ الْخَالِدُونَ {34}

One morning, as … was waking up from
anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been
changed into a monstrous verminous bug.

... Quand on a fait la guerre, c'est à peine si on sait déjà ce que c'est qu'un mort.

Et puis qu'un homme mort n'a de poids que si on l'a vu mort,
cent millions de cadavres semés à travers l'histoire ne sont qu'une

fumée dans l'imagination. ...

My reflection
Wraps and pulls me under
healing waters to be
Bathed in Brena

Guides me
Safely in
Worlds I've never been to
Heal me
Heal me
My dear Brena

So vulnerable
But it's alright

Heal me
Heal me
My dear Brena

Taken down with hearts alive

Our hearts alive

Lurking dark underground
Descend to the bottom
Swim below eternally
Into the deep blue sea

Time and space
All alone
It can be a lonely place
There it goes
Opening up
I can't stand
I can't breathe