giddy up, grab the saddle
we're off to see noodle-face the cruel
over the river, keep hold of your paddle
her eyes shine brighter than a jewel
the church's worshipping is quite active
their robes are wet, their sandals are sodden
the great one's gaze is eternally distractive
humans are the most delicate, most trodden
yet from the ceiling, a hunter emerges
wielding a blade, stained with carcasses of the dead
through them, an adrenaline surges
and off goes her holy head
there it lies, in the grime, in the mud
the water screams, the gods whine, here comes a great flood
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sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
