| Beneath the Earth |
| A prickle drawing crimson stains To fall beneath years of life and pain. Where beat hearts of wonderous kinds; A concious goal, a simple mind. Searing souls held there deep, To live within a restless sleep. Coarsing endless through tattered veins; Surge toward the falling rain. Crawling under weakened pores. Licking wounds and bleeding sores. Flesh and fire, splayed on rock. Learning lessons never taught. |
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