Tuesday, September 5, 2023

To the sound of the drum

 




Infiltring the dense of my nerve

True must be them

Holding onto the fact that all is oblivion

Just breathing the air recklessly

As done nothing is worth the whole

While on the valley they gather the poisonous spiders

Crawling slowly and timidly

Sneaking behind the queen dragon

The tiara of the crying universe

Extinction become futile

Let's dance and sing

To the sound of the drum

Played by the melodious branches

Questioning the truth in all honesty

Let's pray and be still

Waiting for the god of outer world

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