Comments about Liam Thomas
The Creator's Consciousness
Invading the forest ready to dwell.
Hanging from tree's, watching, itching for entertainment.
Isn't it unorthodox how your crystalball didn't anticipate the sun's eradication
Inviting a shadow to reap an end.
Frost insisiting it's treaty on the rest of the macrocosm.
Sense the ki lift from the believer's, the cadaver's of the disgraceful.
There hearts were misguided, lead astray from the flying dungeons.
The heathen acquire's the unknowen
And so the meek inherits the glacial earth
No-longer embracing the creator's level of consciousness
By Liam Thomas...