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Worm in the ground Chewing on forest roots Turns and grows just under the topsoil Listen to the trees creek and moan Dragon lore is no longer fable Do not touch He will bite Do not dig He will scream Grow, grow, grow in malevolence and sting Devour cedars from bottom up Tear flesh down to bone delicate bone Eager search of heart An owl screeches An owl cries Flies to water But still feels dry Hunting with lances and spears Dig, pull, and cut up He knows ****** is best to kindle flame So what do you think he then breathes on me Cut the monster, spill him out Bleeding fire Bleeding fire Trees sent to ash The forest to soot Smells so similar to death, Or at least I think so Fire dies down And buds sprout out Even angels singing "Hallelujah! Sweet Fall Breeze" But still, quiet in December There are worms in the ground
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC
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Worm in the ground Chewing on forest roots Turns and grows just under the topsoil Listen to the trees creek and moan Dragon lore is no longer fable Do not touch He will bite Do not dig He will scream Grow, grow, grow in malevolence and sting Devour cedars from bottom up Tear flesh down to bone delicate bone Eager search of heart An owl screeches An owl cries Flies to water But still feels dry Hunting with lances and spears Dig, pull, and cut up He knows ****** is best to kindle flame So what do you think he then breathes on me Cut the monster, spill him out Bleeding fire Bleeding fire Trees sent to ash The forest to soot Smells so similar to death, Or at least I think so Fire dies down And buds sprout out Even angels singing "Hallelujah! Sweet Fall Breeze" But still, quiet in December There are worms in the ground
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christian-grover
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC
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