Zilch-Chapter 5-Crash
Fire's Cot ebbs and flows a flame
Kept right by a massive bellows' aim
To forever burn the very same
Until our Smith laid a claim
Squirming sections growing in clumps
The digits laced with another's lumps
And now their mystery is laid bare for all
As all clumps shatter, reforge and stall
Stationary, stuck in stagnant time
Internally, crimson constricts into lime
Two Forged make a single Stray
Becoming two with one DNA
Muck Mashed Maniacal Man
Stands Strong Suffering Scan
For Friendly Faces Flamed
Trying To Thrive Tamed
smith Shaped smith So
boss Blows Bowels Broke
Life Lives Long Late
stars Shine Short
"FaTe."
*CRASH*
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