Severing Pulp Poem by Dylan KD.

The purpose of a hangman's craving
sits to maul the spotted oxen
peroxide cuts in through the sentence
winks at folding solids.

Fit to color stumbled relics
locked inside a prophet
cured to ask the cauldron questions
standard inner mollusk mentioned.

The root eternal stood in wonder
the pod erected, stroke of slumber
knife the craft to plunge in feathers
stack the water stolen.

Ended with a craft in tonic
column of the final judgement
Hints of order toward the creature
electric trusts the nerve.