Monday, June 6, 2011

Giant Mammal PZ9543221765.022135
So violet behind the mud
We condemn wanting elves among the land
Intense! The pleasure keeps going
So glowing over the clouds
We sense evil sounds beyond the trees
Yo! The lust shall flee
So dank beneath the tomb
We smell lustful graves in the shadows
Be watchful. The Fool gets weird
open-eyed altered
blurring at the edges
a backward glance
In whose arms
the foreigner
miss his chance
while the world changed

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