Flesh
Serpent's Hand
Yaldaboath's tongue
The druids fall beneath the sky
Molecular structures encapsulate exotic roots.
From the tears of broken gods.
Feet, if i may, run away
The bells ring silent await my day.
Defeated by the summer haze.
The escape goat acknowledges its use as a weapon
For useless ideologies dead in smoke.
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