Maid of Metal
Molecular structures encapsulate
The druids fall beneath the sky
Yaldaboath's tongue at unstable pace
For useless scapegoat ideologies burnt in smoke.
Faith, if i may, run away.
The metal maid acknowledges its use as a weapon for exotic particles in roots.
Copyright © Joey Unknown | Year Posted 2022
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