I was born with the curse
of the Blessing of Mars
and played in his house as a child.
It wasnít long, though
before I wandered off and
became lost in the House of Man.
Fear and guilt became constant
companions, for I was an outsider.
So, I set out to tame my passions
and to hide the mark upon my flesh.
(Sheepís clothing was the best I could
Eventually I built a home of my own
with sweet smoke and sweet women
and danced to the tune of my flute.
Twenty eight years had passed in all
before Saturnís inevitable return.
How was I to know that my
sword was still sharp?
And my guns had not yet cooled?
And he would bring the God of War,
the Father of my Fathers,
back to me?
And I would dwell again in His house,
this time at his right hand?