Deplete The Source Poem by Big Sal

Aztec inception,
Ouroboros calamity,
Past death affection,
More of laurels in reality,
Disbelieve the callous herd,
Ovulate the common myth,
Rich in leaves and balanced birds,
Formulate an autumn nymph,
Serpentine in moving feasts,
Jovial at taciturn thoughts,
Burn the Queen while shooting priests,
Pluvial in afterburn spots,
Blood rings are real things the town fears,
Born in a grave if the norm is a trite thing,
Cut strings and kill kings around here,
Corn is ablaze as the storm is arriving,
Undress for the sex but sleep for the calm,
A quest to the depths with peace to a faun.