Pregnant Moon
Pregnant Moon rising, high in a vast ink of black
Tighten then bend, makes a curve of the back
Blood boiling hot, under flush skin
Bones melt, twist and burn within
Humanity slips, sharpen up my teeth
As the darkness builds up from beneath
A cry in the night, brings creature anew
Better watch out, I’m gonna make a meal out of you
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