The desert
Is dry,
My thirst
Unsatisfied,
May the dew
From the thighs,
Of the motherland
Amplify.
When my lips
Reach to sip
& my tongue
Is fortified,
I cannot stop
Until nature ****
And our beings
Emulsify.
To the just Lord
She crys,
With
Sweet agony
In her eyes,
My mouth
I open wide,
To reclaim
What is rightfully
My prize.
Our hands
Clasped
&
Unified,
We give
Praise
Towards
The sky,
Once her
Convulsions
Turn
Petrified,
And I listen
To her bosoms
Beat
A Morris code
Lullaby,
My heart
Is
now on
High,
So this old soul
No longer needs to be
Spry,
For the flesh
Has had iT’s fill
And I now
Am ready to die…
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
The desert
Is dry,
My thirst
Unsatisfied,
May the dew
From the thighs,
Of the motherland
Amplify.
When my lips
Reach to sip
& my tongue
Is fortified,
I cannot stop
Until nature ****
And our beings
Emulsify.
To the just Lord
She crys,
With
Sweet agony
In her eyes,
My mouth
I open wide,
To reclaim
What is rightfully
My prize.
Our hands
Clasped
&
Unified,
We give
Praise
Towards
The sky,
Once her
Convulsions
Turn
Petrified,
And I listen
To her bosoms
Beat
A Morris code
Lullaby,
My heart
Is
now on
High,
So this old soul
No longer needs to be
Spry,
For the flesh
Has had iT’s fill
And I now
Am ready to die…
