I gazed into the goddess as she opened up her prattle mouth.
when shot from how it stood upon the silhouettes, with antler's out.
dancer snout, raised into the skies of loud... raining bombs and cattle clouds,
bathed in hottish dairy blood that launched from "Witness Battle!" cows.
fairly dud, shoving bits of fur and cud into its grasping hurried lungs
detonate!... or close enough to wrap the world in blurry mud,
halve the herd in wormy guts,
and laugh into the urn to quickly learn that death, today, ain't turning up.
the hum and brace for falling graves was surely done.
"honest news by honest man", yet edit out to understand.
waking up, I set the sun. crop the ash from planes and plants,
left with only magma fonts, and sorta sanguine shaking hands.
pale, pasty tongue depressed, faux a London summer tan.
gutter rat's been picking at the slowing down of moral code
gums and teeth, a symphony of gnashing through my neural nodes,
and forces out its pinkie snout from lower throat to throttle choke,
I hope to God the popping caps are homeless storing bottled smoke.
... I've
finally got the time, to load and lock and soak the walls with inner most.