You Entered Like The Officer

You entered the nose of the house of eternity,
We found the body obviously, the body of dreams,
The truth is nasal breath, the truth is obliterating us.
A trumpet sounds often, we firstly become the other day,
Daily we direct the facial character, the oblivion of ontology.

Our sergeant’s sergeant became a scout for a day, or night,
She spoke to me with power, her hearing collapsed forever.
Like foe, like follower the officers conducted the choirs of death,
Singing was a chanting command, the bold offering of notes;
Little was left of the speedy one, little is a lot of the music.

Whose footing is feared? The officer was a general, the only one,
You entered the nose of the hall, he was a general, he was offensive.
We direct the captains to their beds of death, the pillows of insanity,
Where blood drips, destroys and boils from too much clinical fever;
I am offended by the footing, I have disgraced the company, like loss.

Our captain is manager, his attack was of strength, proving success,
Like flowers of hearts, possessors of truth and enjoiners of majesty.
Our captain is our loss, his general will attack, my justice governs,
For the more men are the better range, accept this from us as we learn
And learn in the knowledge of direction, in the wisdom of diseases.