

spawnI found myself On a bit of earth- A spit of land That spat me forth… Awash in sands That keep my time, I set about To stretch my mind… A simple thought- That mother earth Has done herselfspawn
A lingering curse, To bear herself A child of greed, That feeds its own Incessant need… To gorge itself On pleasantries And harm the word Through devils deeds… And still I know not
How was born, A demon built In an angels form…
And welcome to DA!
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You take something entirely mundane, and you lie about it,
that's art..."
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