On the lit. And blood after wood. And the Father brings. Strange opinion. From the purple tree. Oh ohhhhhh ohhhhhh ! Mmmmmmmmmmmm... Aster things of blue jazz. Of the birds in and out. Of the trees in out. Free like page. Oh burning plate. You is a food for the crews to float. For the wings together. For the son to rise. For the threes to drive. Ohhhh oohhhhh. Jésus is strange and bitter Christ.