Beautiful Bastard
Conceived in earthen tomb
when she was young,
and in our time,
we missed the signs;
old faithful contractions.
For we are doomed
to be consumed
in ashen tomb.
From crust of earth
she'll soon give birth
to a beautiful bastard.
Our time on loan;
from Yellowstone.
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