You flew through the wings of air.
The big guest with no host
I heard Baba and the Elders say:
"We have found a way to kill him"
Yet they could not kill it.
Until the raven returns with words from the West,
Endorsing of our methodology
Till then, Alejo Oran remains our unwanted guest,
Too big to be hosted by any.
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