Brujeria

I keep tons of explosive poetry
Next to my bed
And a gun loaded with fear
Under my pillow

I keep words from hell and heaven
Forbidden laughs
And screams so loud they seem like silence
That cause wounds

Poetry witchcraft
Poetry witchcraft

I kept the formulas of an old fortune teller
Among my books
That cannot be spoken out loud
Or you're lost

I keep the tongues that consume the ice in my head
And earthquakes of sentences
That are not prayed

Poetry witchcraft
Poetry witchcraft