A Stench of Sage
I am the worm that moves from page to page
Reaching for his arm, patched-up stripped sleeve
Steel spirals shine from their vests
This is madness
Pure darkness
Burning death-flies and contorted flesh
Looking from the line, they mumbled
Streams of steam tumble, drifting from our gums
A wish for the clouds
Pure harsh rain
I am the mixed menace
I am the half-bred whore
They didn't ask for anything but our mothers forest floor
Reaching for his arm, patched-up stripped sleeve
Steel spirals shine from their vests
This is madness
Pure darkness
Burning death-flies and contorted flesh
Looking from the line, they mumbled
Streams of steam tumble, drifting from our gums
A wish for the clouds
Pure harsh rain
I am the mixed menace
I am the half-bred whore
They didn't ask for anything but our mothers forest floor
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Writer(s): Rorik Abram Brooks
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