For the seeds were woven yet nothing grew,
that which watched above
sewing the earth with salty tears,
for he had asked for the
first woman to seed..
And the father
said No.......
You shall not seed fields that aren't yours.
She is no Mary,
you will not be an illegitimate
father to my child woven in the
cloth of forsaken love.
They were a unity of forever.
Your just a passing thought
to the illegitimate
consequences of fate.
And look where that got you....
There are no fields to sew,
for your fruit is inedible
to the palette of humanity....
The nature of you fruit is woeful,
and your nourishment is
toxic to the substance of our fruition.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
For the seeds were woven yet nothing grew,
that which watched above
sewing the earth with salty tears,
for he had asked for the
first woman to seed..
And the father
said No.......
You shall not seed fields that aren't yours.
She is no Mary,
you will not be an illegitimate
father to my child woven in the
cloth of forsaken love.
They were a unity of forever.
Your just a passing thought
to the illegitimate
consequences of fate.
And look where that got you....
There are no fields to sew,
for your fruit is inedible
to the palette of humanity....
The nature of you fruit is woeful,
and your nourishment is
toxic to the substance of our fruition.
