sarah saucson

The Truer God

The blood drips down off the beast
That has taken over your dreams
Why does he not shield himself from the clear stated animal
You may look like a beast with your pointy ears and tong that holds
Shape for two

Your feet claw at the unearthed land that does not resemble earth
You have a noise and mouth that reminds me of similar ones, but I cannot clearly
See it

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