Take My hand
Lay your head on the bosom of the Earth.
The little slitherer's worm their ways
and then the heavy footed walk on by
....Crushed is the flesh....what of the spirit.....
Tales told untold...Eons pass and they stay the same
....No one ever listened...
she wails in the night skies....
Scattering before Him
...Strides and steps....
Enfolded the wrap and the wondrous smile
...Crushed the scuttler and then the warbler....
Singing songs of yesteryear...
Plaintive the cry of the ghouls in the sky
...He ate and feasted,..
Gave of Himself and left some to resurrect
But why she dinnae want ,
He ever took....
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