Bloodbath
Metamorphosed into a blithe snail
I take a solemn look at the world
The evergreen grassy field stretches before me
And the unending rivers flow past the time.
High up there I find clouds
In unison with harrowed birds
They dance past imbecile lakes and mountains
Initial intention of sweeping away Time
Dies down in sprinkles of yellow rain.
Twinkling evenings come and go
All passing in regularity
Then suddenly I feel the tide
The crushing and marauding sensation
They creep, they peep, they take positions
Before opening fire, and
The surrealist blood flows everywhere
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