Gord

2021-12-22 01:52 am

Mollasses, grasses,
So slowly time passes,
Until masses stand up.

Hunt and hunt and hunt,
Fuck and fuck and fuck.
Until nothing is left,
Eating worms, grubs and bugs.
Sovereign and one language,
But towers are what we love,
Mountains of Earth, plum
Counter-part to flowers,
Darkness, we become.