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[Kronis]

I look over the lid of the earth,
My body is glass and Im looking at the winter,
I am maramalade trapped in sulfer excreting roses,
The world is my new chamber,

A trickle runs down the broken floors,
cold and powerfull,
It is ready to be fed,
It wont allow its meal to leave as it mesmerizes,

We teach our singular cells to bond,
We show how to fear,
We forget love of our gods,
They taught him to be this

life provided for a lost boy,
like pan in a bottle,
life expected from the embryo
Taking fault from the sound of darkness

A mouth full of starch,
It pricks with its deviants
Breaking free from a sea of tar,
only to land into a bed of nails,

Scratching and clawing to escape heavan
A cloud of grease,
The little white circles break into dust,
she becomes a child.

Standing on the lid of the earth.
rubber soles are trying to find nothingness,
my roses stain the dead,
And then I live.

[princealbertofb]

Powerful imagery.

[Kronis]

Thank you.