I am a sapless sapling,
I’m a dead body faking life
Being alone in the species
I lap the bane that time’s offering me
Once you’ve learnt to fly, but now
come learn to crawl in the mud
You long for caresses,
Blow the candles out,
Confide your secrets to the night,
Sins aren’t enough to die
He showed me the truth:
Fathers enjoy drinking wine of
Vices, and their children burn in hell…
Sigh.
Oh how easy it’s to
vices
under
truth
tired
stars
species
without
sparks
showed
shining
sheep
their
enjoy
secrets
called
confide
crawl
night
downward
light
defiled
damnation
child
faking
astray
trills
there
nemesis
redemption
angels
children
alone
hooking
among
drinking
candles
curse
coldest
enough
blood
bright
offering
being
nothing
fathers
flood
greet
heart
learn
learnt
purple
shepherd
legion
slake
moribund
world
bless
sapling
hungry
looking
pours
caresses
sapless
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