The earth calls me home
Whistles my name and claps toward the woods
Her tangy voice rings through the elms
Suppertime is swiftly approaching
The world hides me under her tongue
Raining down saliva that burns the eyes
Deeper into her cave I dive
Acid bubbling down my throat
Nature collects my body
Another trophy placed in her burrow
Burying us all further and further
She sings hymns every day above our graves
And though we pretend this song isn't sweet
Humming along
We all fall into the pit
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 8:39 PM UTC
The earth calls me home
Whistles my name and claps toward the woods
Her tangy voice rings through the elms
Suppertime is swiftly approaching
The world hides me under her tongue
Raining down saliva that burns the eyes
Deeper into her cave I dive
Acid bubbling down my throat
Nature collects my body
Another trophy placed in her burrow
Burying us all further and further
She sings hymns every day above our graves
And though we pretend this song isn't sweet
Humming along
We all fall into the pit
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