Kids played in a field of ripe computers
Next to a pool of chemical diluters
And then they saw that the sun was coming
Ovens rising above the mountains, hunting
Bored, they were looking for something to bake
They decided that the kids would make do for a cake
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Divine Enlightenment
PoetryA WIP story of poetry which includes the obscene make believe. I accept criticism of any kind. If it's trash, feel free to say so.
