More and more
decades... The fluid
in their eyes dried,
For it's running in its
stream in the long ago,
now is quit...
And trap is plotted for
sinless, into their cave
is a garlic threw, they
ran and coiled, but others
cannot maintain to sustain,
for living, from above some
they fall, under the ground
others burried alive, and on
the table the tea spilled and
stained everything nearby